It’s not recommended writing one’s own epitaph, nor would I have ever considered writing mine, but circumstances being what they are have provided the reason to reconsider the past, to justify long-ago deeds, and in the slipstream between dark and light, seek absolution, and maybe forgiveness. There is always a reckoning as the last breath [...]
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Flash Fiction Friday – August 5, 2011, 2011 “You look tired,” Lila said. “I am. I want to go home,” Ray said. “Not yet Dad, Dr. Sanchez said four more days, at least.” “They shaved my head, drilled in it, and left a hole. Look at me.” “You look like a holy man on a [...]
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Flash Fiction Friday – July 29, 2011 Man-Ripe I’m starved, please tell me you cooked dinner and it’s not another night of Marshmallow Kabobs.” Kat moaned. Lizzie put a second tray of cookies into the oven before answering her friend. The two women had been sharing evening meals together longer than they could remember. In dog [...]
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Dear Lover ~ I am tangled in hotel sheets with your scent fresh upon my body writing another letter in my head and you haven’t even finished dressing. My letter will begin by telling you about a new study. Dearest Lover it will start. I read an article in the paper today about the brain [...]
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