Short Story
Random tales that sneak their way into my dreams.
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The Forest Ward & the Fire Maker
They loved well, lived long & then eventually, tenderly languished together...
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Sprinkles on frosting…
Sadness, too, is like chocolate. It can fill a soul with its aroma, a body with its weight. The taste of it lingers on the tongue long after the wrapper’s been chucked away...
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Silence and Light…
Something was going on him. Something troubling... The first two times in the restaurant she’d trumped it up to be another novel social experiment. The third and fourth at his place she’d thought…
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Reflections
"Why him?" he asked, stopping by the edge of the doorway. He gestured at the mirrors in the thrift shop's narrow entryway, pointed at his many reflections. "Why are you marrying him?" Amused,…
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Nonrenewable Love
A silence tilled between them. Undisturbed and dense, like the unseen depths of a clouded lake.
