Category: writing
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After the Rain
“You have been noticeably quiet. Is there something wrong?” He asked. One hand was resting on the counter. I shook my head and looked back at the silverware. “Are you sure? You look upset, and I am not trying to be pushy or rude; I want you to feel comfortable here. My dog loves you.”…
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Next Door
“You know, if you need someone to talk to, about life and your ex, I’m a good listener.” Paul said, and I am sure his voice was softer then it had been. “Oh, it’s just a thing I have to do for my mom.” I blurted out, feeling like I was giving too much away. …
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Dreamwalker
But then my dream came. Or my hallucination. I heard a noise, a soft footstep. Or maybe a twig branch breaking. A tiny snap in the grass. And then I looked. There was a man there. But I wasn’t scared. Some reason? I knew him. He belonged. And I belong. He stood there so tall,…
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August Love
But eventually he shifted and her hand gripped him tightly and her eyes fluttered slowly for a moment. She squeezed him back, and her other hand gripped him tightly. Her eyes popped open, and she looked around for a moment before her eyes settled on him and relaxed. “ It’s OK Mari,” he said softly…
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