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332/365 – RECOGNITION
Word Count: 387 You would pretend not to see him, feign great surprise if he dared call your bluff. You know how that happens; you catch a glimpse of someone you don’t want to see as you’re standing in line … Continue reading
331/365 – A DOG NAMED DAMASCUS
Word Count: 370 The black dog was out of a gothic romance, long-haired and long-limbed and silent with eyes red and glowing. Carrie remembered his name from the novel: Damascus. It wasn’t black when she got him; she used Clairol … Continue reading
330/365 – EDGES
Word Count: 293 When he came home he pulled seventeen slivers out of his fingers, making a wish on each one. His mother had instilled in him a strong bond with Jesus and it held him tight through his teens. … Continue reading
330/365 – BLACK FRIDAY
Word Count: 302 It was surprising, to see the little boy standing still in a crowd of moving people, like a small oak tree in a field of waving oat. His hands hung down by his side, his fingers half-curled … Continue reading
328/365 – PERFECTION
Word Count: 339 Her bed was of marshmallows, the sheets of whipped cream. Her nipples were chocolate tipped cherries on mounds of sorbet. I fell in love at the library where I first saw her but did I say how … Continue reading
327/365 – CHOICES
Word Count: 241 They told me in time there would be no more pain, no more yearning for a back flip of the switch to reverse the flow of time to a better place, a special moment, an instant in … Continue reading
326/365 – IN THE DARK
Word Count: 229 He was surprised to wake up to the sun shining because in his dreams he had willed it to burn itself out. After forty-eight hours of sleep he’d gotten used to the black and gray world. He … Continue reading
325/365 – COCKTAIL PARTY
Word Count: 322 He was placed in a corner and told to sit still and not move. When he grew fidgety he looked around for his parents. He saw his mother, with a drink in her hand, talking with a … Continue reading
324/365 – THE WAKE
Word Count: 293 Aunt Doreen comes at you with her candlestick lips, ruby red wax that she’ll streak on your cheek like a scar. She used to kiss you on the lips until you turned twenty-two and she heard the … Continue reading
323/365 – LEARNING WHAT MATTERS
Word Count: 308 Sometimes a teacher will tell you something that you’ll remember the rest of your life. It was Miss Gibbs, Freshman Bookkeeping, that taught us to fold–not crumple–papers thrown away due to mistakes. It took less space in … Continue reading
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