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There was a Knock at the Door

  This month my writer’s group chose “there was a knock at the door” for our writing prompt. For some reason, my mind went to a foggy night. Enjoy!     The mist rose, slowly advancing, blotting out the shapes … Continue reading

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Between the Leaves and the Snowflakes

This month my writer’s group came up with the prompt “between the falling leaves and the first snowflakes.” Here is where my imagination took that: It happened in a blink of an eye, like the time between the last leaf … Continue reading

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The Secrets of the Mud Room

Not a true story. As long as I could remember, my great-aunt Sharon never used her back door, the one that led from her kitchen to the back yard. Summers, she’d fill that back yard with a massive vegetable garden, … Continue reading

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Mischief Part 1

When challenged to write a story on the theme of “mischief,” I didn’t have to think too hard. Here’s part 1.               Jeff dumped Karen, or so they told me. She, of course, was … Continue reading

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And Then the Rains Came

Community matters. This is a lesson I’m learning more and more. My writing group is a great example. Each month we write to a prompt. While some of our efforts are *ahem* unpolished, to be polite about it, I learn … Continue reading

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Standing in Line

A Piece of Short Fiction Standing in line, while not exactly the national sport, is an activity all Russians participate in. There is just no getting out of it, not in Russia of the 1990s, the land of no online … Continue reading

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And Then it Broke

A little short fiction for your reading pleasure. Enjoy! And Then it Broke He was doing it all wrong, I could tell from the grunts and groans coming from the basement. My brother Ben was helping my uncle clean out … Continue reading

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