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The Day After Yesterday

It was the day after yesterday, and Jimmy was skiing on clouds. His mother warned him about the thin ones. “Stay away from those cirrus clouds, son. You need to ride the cumulus clouds. They’re much safer.” Yeah, and boring. …

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Tell Me All the Ways

My stomach growls as the baseball game ends on TV. Damned Yankees lost again.  “Aida, can you bring me some milk and cookies, please?”   “Coming right up,” she says. A few moments later, she comes into the living room with…

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Wickedly v. the State

Bailiff Henry: “All rise. The court of Adverbial Malfeasance is in session.”  Judge Zelda Sol walks through the chamber door and sits in the oversized leather chair behind the bench.  Judge Zelda: “Good morning, everyone. Public Defender Miles Mercer, you…

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By Your Sad

I lost Puddles today. No, not lost as in she can be found. Lost. Forever.  I sit on the bench under the ancient oak tree in our yard. “Have you ever lost someone?” I whisper to the tree. Branches sway,…

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Family Breakfast

Every morning for the last five years I’ve toasted two slices of bread for breakfast.   I toast it dark brown, slightly burnt, and super crispy. A pat of butter, a squeeze of honey, and I’m good to go. Until yesterday.…

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Over Easy

I sat in the padded seat as customers came through the door of the little cafe. Breakfast rush. It’s filling up fast. She sat down. “Mornin’ Frankie,” said Bobby, as he flipped pancakes and turned  hash browns on the grill.…

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As You Wish, Master

Art browsed through the bric-a-brac on the crowded, dusty shelves in the old antique store, finding little of interest. He spotted an odd-looking object tucked away in the back that looked like a little metal pitcher with a handle and…

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Slow Fade

Today, I feel less alive than yesterday,And yesterday, less than the day before.Fading, vanishing, dissolving,Unseen, unheard, unwanted. Someday soon,When I draw my last breathMy heart beats no more,And midnight claims my soul,Who will remember me? And who will know I…

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