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292/365 – PROOF
Word Count: 361 If you look carefully, you can see the tip of his cigarette glow when he inhales. Probably got a live-in girlfriend. Same thing as a wife these days. It lights his face just enough to show that … Continue reading
291/365 – PIECES OF A MARRIAGE
Word Count: 472 They brought him home in a large plastic bag, assured me the pieces were all there. They said they were very sorry and perhaps I could still put the pieces back together. I told them I didn’t … Continue reading
290/365 – FAMILY SCRIPT
Word Count: 186 His knuckles were big purple grapes that matched the trail like spilled drops of wine on her breast. It was learned behavior on both his part and hers. Both came from families where wives and children were … Continue reading
289/365 – THE CITY AS A KEEPER OF FISH
Word Count: 276 Gray-bellied whales migrate the sky. Swallows like tuna follow their lead. The water is cut with the promise of a storm bringing rain. Her hair is the color of rust, like the first locust leaves of autumn … Continue reading
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288/365 – GPS
Word Count: 397 It’s taking three hours to get there, constantly upsetting the GPS lady who knew of a dozen different ways. I took her along in case I got lost on the way, but mainly just for some company … Continue reading
287/365 – SECRETS
Word Count: 348 I knew everything there was to know about Sandy McDonnell. We were best friends after all. Then she dumped me for a new girl that’d transferred from Middleton High and that’s about when her secrets started to … Continue reading
286/365 – THE TASTE OF THE NIGHT
Word Count: 365 She balled up the day like a lunch bag after she’d eaten. It hung on her tongue with the bitter tang of meat gone bad. She was still hungry, the hollow of her stomach grumbling and sore, … Continue reading
285/365 – THE ESCAPE
Word Count: 374 It happens to all of us I am sure; that feeling of starting the car, pulling out the driveway, and driving without knowing where or why we decide to not go where we’re expected to be. It … Continue reading
284/365 – COMING HOME
Word Count: 539 Ryan’s dad was coming home from Afghanistan. His mom said that he was a hero. Ryan was five when he left; he was almost seven now. He’d written “I love you!” a hundred times in different colored … Continue reading
283/365 – ACCEPTANCE AND BELIEF
Word Count: 446 He asks what I want for my birthday. With my best Miss Universe smile I say, “World peace.” I’m sorry; I can’t always be ready with the right answer. He is the love of my life. I … Continue reading