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Edie was uncomfortable. Maybe it was a premonition that nibbled at the corners of her attention. Or it could've been acid reflux. She was definitely on edge. Edie woke up that morning, which was always a good way to start the day, and saw a single pink rose tucked in the folds of her comforter.…
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A little hot spot flickers to the right of my recliner. Vibrations set in, poking and pricking my skin, as I sit in what used to be her chair. The chair she'd let me sit in on cold days, like today, so she could soak up my body heat. The air around the little hot…
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Aunt Ruth always said an army of one was great for getting things started, but lousy for crossing the finish line. In other words, it's o.k. to ask for help and it's o.k. to accept it. Didn't seem like a complex concept. Ask, and it shall be…you know the rest. What I'd never really thought…
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Kris was startled by the face that hovered in front of the oatmeal. All she did was open the pantry and reach for a packet of cinnamon raisin, just like any other morning where she was already 10 minutes late for work. But on this special Thursday, a ghoul with his nose out of joint…
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Lynda and Marnie were small town girls. Their world was simple and quiet. Basically, their world was each other. That's really not a bad way to live; forget about the planet and reject any reference to goings-on beyond the county line. "Out there" held no interest for L & M, not when the books they…
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Pay attention to the blurriness that poses as windblown litter. Leaves kick up a fuss but there's a familiar hand behind it all. This time of year is thin and wispy, the perfect conditions for old friends to drop by. They may sit quietly in the corner, or howl on the doorstep at 2:00 in…
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A kid on the fringe, Mae's talent (survival skill, really) is her readiness to answer any question lobbed at her. She spits out the first thing that comes to mind when asked, "How old are you?" or "Where are your parents?" or "Did you sleep in the park last night?" 28 K.L. I go where Sadalmelik…
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It was first take, out of the gate magic. You'd say it was beginner's luck, but that's such a cheap, throwaway line. Success like that, like what I had, didn't happen often. So naturally, stupid newbie that I was, I didn't think all the curiosity was a big deal. There I was, everyone's favorite flavor,…
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Renée is a flaky lady but her heart's in the right place. Chicken nuggets for breakfast, pastry for supper. Renée stays up all night to write messages to her Self. She knows she's having the time of her life a couple levels over. Renée's also aware she's got minutes to live just on the other…
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There were conversations in the grocery store, or at the bus stop, no one but Brenda could hear. Floorboards squeaked when she was the only one in the house. Brenda's upstairs bedroom could feel like a meat locker in the middle of August. There were just no good reasons for any of the things Brenda…
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