Writings - Page 5

Bad Bedtime Bacon

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Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light. My son Benny’s stupid frog sat on the counter wearing a tophat and tails. I cocked my ...

I Shovel Dirt

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I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air. My hands ache and I wonder how I’ll cover up the blisters in the morn...

F7U12, Winter!

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winter sucks snow and ice and slush will not end

Cut and Run

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Amy hung sloppily off the arm of Scott. To everyone at the party, it appeared that she couldn’t hold her liquor as well as she’d thought. Billie, of course, ...

Compassion

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Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him. She brought her fingers to her lips, ki...

Waiting

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Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own. If only I could tap this as an energy source, she thought, hoping for distraction. She pres...

Frannie Takes the Train

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The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep. I fought the fatigue despite being awake for the last thirty hours. ...

Twenty-Three Years In

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It’s late at night and we lie in bed Lost in thought, alone in mind The heat of passion cooling soft Drifting darkly, we are blind

Sunset Heat

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I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs. The sweat poured off my head despite the cooling salt air. It was a hot day an...

Blind Dining

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“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did. The corner of her mouth was turned up in a smirk, eyes sparkling.

Cruising

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Late at night she walks the scene alone Enticing predatory eyes Trying too hard to attract Streetwalker in war paint Short skirt, long jacket Too much l...

The Dark Pool of Lamia

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Lamina wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours. She didn’t have need of mirr...