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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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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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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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Doctor’s Office

Waiting in the sterile room under the cold fluorescent lights, Paul stared at the tile on the floor, studying the shapes and their disregard to any semblenc of a pattern, just speckles of black and gray with the occasional smidge of … Continue reading

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Shelf Life

There was a time when I was clutched tightly and revered, picked up gently and often by familiar hands that turned my pages with eager anticipation of my chapters. I was cherished. The words that are tattooed into my pages … Continue reading

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