Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Rosemarie found the give-and-take of conversation hope enough to continue her mission. She knew messages were embedded in the simple exchanges in which people engaged daily, so she listened with care and answered with even greater caution. "How do you take your coffee?" A gingham-wearing woman asked.TRANSLATION: The Agents know you've built a causeway. "Sugar,…
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Too many years and too many excuses may make this a futile attempt, but sometimes vast expanses can be bridged. Like so many footprints in the sand, time washes away all those tentative steps that got us nowhere. But, then again, here we are. Let's move beyond formalities and pick up the conversation as if…
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A veil. Brain fog. Emptiness. Zoë thought the words were apt descriptions for how she felt every time she left Hawksview. The words were also the reason why she couldn't stay away from home for long, no matter how much the old haunts made her miserable. Once Zoë crossed over the border separating The Fowler…
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when only the truth will do to get you through the afternoonbeing out there defeats the purposestay by my sidestrangers we cannot abidethe show in here is better than the circus
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Karla wanted a way out. Out from under her desk, her lease, her self-imposed exile from the people who knew her true nature. No one in the office believed for a minute she was a native of their fine, fly-over state, home to miles and miles of corncobs and hogs as far as the eye…
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Sam rehearsed it five times before she punched in the number. Even if a live voice answered, as opposed to a recorded one, she was prepared to launch into her message, leaving no space for conversation. After four rings, Sam spoke in a clear, even voice. She wanted a bit of herself to be preserved…
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Progress is marked with fields sprouting water towers. Migration marches on, while the population standing on two legs overruns the one cowering on all four. What was once wild is now paved and striped as yet another stretch of the endless mile.
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The herd lost its drive. The original design of a peaceful community got swept away in a gully-washer as soon as everybody's path became the right one. Leaders, followers, and stand-alone guys all have somewhere to go, and traveling in packs doesn't always provide protection. So singles and doubles dropped back and listened to the…
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Nellie didn't want to stay with the picnickers. The potato salad sat heavy in her gut, and she couldn't keep still on the grass-stained quilt to watch Sheena flash her engagement ring to her sorority sisters. Nellie was the first person to whom her cousin had shown the pear-shaped pink diamond. It was ugly. Sheena's…
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The way we came into the world: barefoot and wailing. Screaming is useful for relieving stress. Shoelessness, our natural state. Oh, but how I miss my young, supple feet! Squeezed and jacked-up over a span of years, each foot conformed to a code which ended up cracking skin and the occasional man-made heel. It was…
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