Standing in the shadows in ripped jeans and hoodie, she watched his boy entered the building and before long, the apartment became lit in a dim orange glow.
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Sitting alone at the table, I check my watch, 6:10. Why are they always late?
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This week, on Truthful Tuesday, Frank from Thoughts and Theories asks:
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Emily tugs at her father’s shirt, “Daddy, who are you looking for?”
Her father smiles and picks her up, “Hey sweets, I was looking for you, who else? Did you enjoy story time with Ms. Rose?”
“Sure did, daddy.” Emily says then whispers, “Ms. Rose is over there, in case you’re wondering.” She winks.
He gives his daughter a look and wonders. How did my little girl come to know me so well? Before he can ponder further, Miss Rose strides over, “Hi,” she says.
“Uh hi.” He stutters. “I, I…”
“Daddy’s wondering if you wanna have coffee with him.”
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Angie stares at the Christmas lights in the rear-view mirror, waiting for the light to turn green, while a jazz rendition of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” plays softly on the radio.
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What I’m about to show you was my grandfather’s best-kept secret.
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Duneview, more like Doomview, Liz thought as she maneuvers her car toward the town of Duneview, population 123.
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His paddle-board is all he had left. His house, car, and belongings, all gone when the 40-foot tsunami-wave came. He somehow survived by holding onto the paddle-board.
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Sometimes, having a daring heart isn’t a good thing.
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I am starting a new series, one where I can share some random thoughts I have been having each week. For this inaugural post, I’m titling it “Useful Not Useless”.
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It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
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Kissing up, kissing a$$, whatever you want to call it, I’m not a fan even though I am someone who’s eager to please. I have my limits and would never stoop so low as to kiss someone’s behind to keep them happy.
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Having been raised by my mom and her family most of my life, I often call myself the black sheep of her family.
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“Next stop, Central Station, the end of the road, as far as we go.” The robotic Siri-like voice announced.
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Rachel hates going to family dinners. “Everyone knows what Uncle Danny is trying to do.” She said to her sister, Jenna, over the phone.
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Approaching the Mystical Tree, she whispered, “Grandfather?” Slowly, a white, bony hand emerges.
“You’ve come, child.”
“Yes and I brought nourishment.” She handed him the bags of blood. Thirstily, he devoured bag upon bag. “I wish I brought more.”
“You did good, child. I will be satiated for days. Besides, it isn’t as though I have anywhere to be other than this prison.”
“I’m working on getting you out of this horrid place, grandfather. I promise I will get you out.”
He chuckled, “Five centuries of imprisonment and it still feels like yesterday when the old bat cast the spell.”
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With her picture in hand, he gave the red building before him a disapproving gaze. After a year of waiting, he finally received the great news his PI has located his MIA daughter.
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Re-reading my sister, Bethany’s Will, I sighed, “My dear sister, you shall be the death of me.”
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One of these days, I am going to get back on a writing schedule. I don’t know how but one of these days, I’m going to get back to writing. Continue reading “One of these days…” →
Good morning, it’s been a long while since I’ve done this. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare: Where I’ve been…” →
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