Author Archives: petefanning

The Plaza

Echoing off of the once proud buildings, the overture bounced off the dumpsters, cutting through the buses as it zoomed past the discount stores before finally reaching the abandoned movie theater.  Once the hub of the fine plaza, the theater stood still and lifeless, … Continue reading

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The Teacher

The fresh snow was perfect.  Full of magic and beauty, it’s flakes fell to the ground in muted blankets, a feeling of innocence accompanying its arrival.  Like children, they gathered at the window, holding drinks, taking pictures with phones.  A … Continue reading

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The Heart And The Soul State Their Cases

As the flames roared, there was little time before the old structure collapsed. The body was in trouble, smoke was wreaking havoc on the lungs while making breathing difficult. As the fire raged inside the building, a fiery discussion took … Continue reading

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Happy Hour…

The song on the radio pulled and tugged, transporting Nathan Helms, if only briefly, back to an era of careless excursions, a time when decisions were made on a whim and there was little responsibility or stress.  The summer after … Continue reading

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A Killer’s Thoughts…

I used to think people lived forever.   They reached a certain age and joined grandma and the others someplace up in the clouds. That’s what my mother used to say. I was young, maybe 7 or 8 when I … Continue reading

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At The End Of Day…

The games sometimes lasted until dark. In the field behind the Saunder’s house, Jack and his three buddies, Willie, Robert, and Tommy, defended their makeshift diamond against familiar challengers from other streets in the neighborhood. As Summer came to a … Continue reading

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If These Shoes Could Talk

We used to run. Every morning, rain or shine we were together, trudging along. I felt your hands, full of life as they lifted me from the closet before nimble toes found their way past my tongue, filling me with … Continue reading

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