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Heaving a deep sigh, the mage lifted his face from his hands to regard the man slumped before him, Joseph’s eyes cloudy – nay, nearly empty — in the flickering shadow world that had up to now had been his alone to inhabit. Joseph had made a mistake, flubbed a spell he didn’t understand in the first place, and lost most of his sharp mind — but surely the young man didn’t deserve to lose everything? Continue reading
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Bethany grabbed her purse, the picture of her four children, and the small box of confetti containing her shredded, many-times rejected work. Continue reading
Well, at least he’s happy.
I wasn’t expecting a visit from my teenaged, road-working son, but here he is, leaning into a half-eaten, torn-into loaf of walnut-wheat bread, butter disappearing quickly. His bent arms are long enough to eclipse the entire side of my kitchen table, effectively blocking me out. Yes, of course I fed my kid. You always feed your kid. They never completely grow up, not in your eyes. Continue reading
“Mom, Bobbi and I split up. I’m coming home to get my head together,” Toni’s voice crackled over the phone. “She kicked me out. Good thing I never signed the lease.” Continue reading
Jack’s a nimble lad, head in the clouds, quick with a story of why This went unfinished, and That was never started. He’s a good boy, though, Continue reading
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