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Monthly Archives: October 2011
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
282/365 – FEAR AND WORRY
Word Count: 463 I’m listening for the howl of the fire alarm horn. For the rush of the trucks, sirens blaring. I am seriously worried I may have started a fire. It happened yesterday morning, running errands, making the loop … Continue reading
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281/365 – THE END OF THE WORLD
Word Count: 359 The man said that the end was near and so I bought what he was selling. “Excelsior” the label said. “Like having Jesus in a bottle!” said the man. It tasted like cherry cough syrup laced with … Continue reading
280/365 – LIFE
Word Count: 340 There’s a line of cocaine on my dresser, left over from Saturday night. I walk through the bedroom picking up laundry. I always do laundry on Tuesdays. Since he left I don’t have to vacuum and dust … Continue reading
279/365 – THE WORRY
Word Count: 133 It’s a worry I try not to think about. The onset of senility, the threat of dementia. It’s something I don’t want to face. Yesterday I sent two emails out on something I’d just discovered. Both replies … Continue reading
278/365 – DOOR-TO-DOOR SALESMEN
Word Count: 520 The man on my doorstep was bright green, nearly chartreuse. The woman with him was cherry red and I couldn’t help but snicker silently at how Christmas they looked, and out of place on this hot August … Continue reading
277/365 – GETTING MARRIED
Word Count: 342 I expected a parade marching down Main Street. I foresaw a band of pretend Indians, or what looked like them, with bright feather headdresses and trombones and a big fat tuba in step with the drum. I … Continue reading