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Felix watched his mistress from the warmth and safety of the window, as snow blew off in dense clouds and clumps, off the three story apartment’s roof and twirling in the pre-dawn sky. 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
The road ahead was long, no end in sight. Maybe relief…just over that hill? She couldn’t be sure. Continue reading
Her 1997 Honda rocked and groaned through the narrow city streets.
She knew the moment her car crossed from affluent to impoverished neighborhood. Continue reading
Cold. Literally frozen to the bone. Not that I’m whining. Not that I can do that anymore. Continue reading
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