Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Connie was late. Preoccupied, as usual. She had become agitated and forgetful ever since noticing there were more and more starlings getting in her way. They watched her through the kitchen window as she drank her coffee. Starlings marked the time of when she left the house in the morning, and when she returned at…
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There was a charge in the air. Slate gray clouds hung low over Bridgeview like mutated steel wool. The air felt stiff and bristly. June and Billy had just pulled through the chicken joint to place their order, when sharp pings and meaty thuds slapped against the roof of the Jeep. The young couple knew…
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The old man who owns the convenience store at the end of the block gave me a few words of advice this morning as I dashed in to pick up half-and-half and tampons. "If you're just concerned with putting one foot in front of the other," he said, "then it's the detour you'll always want…
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Sharon made lists. She made them every morning, including holidays. It was a good idea, really. Sharon thought of the lists as streamlined journaling, her aspirations declared in bullet point form. A typical list would include: · Get a Better Paying Job· Find A Soul Mate· Move to London· Fit Into a Size 4 The…
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Gil had been on the road for the last five days. Of course he had a GPS, a map, and an atlas, so he couldn't use getting lost as an excuse. He told himself a tale of self-discovery and wanderlust that he thought would impress the folks back home, but he knew better than to…
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Mrs. Marian Garza taught 3rd and 4th grade at Cedar River Elementary School. She enjoyed the fresh, eager minds that came through her classroom year after year. Mrs. Garza believed the kids' enthusiasm for learning, and fearlessness in embracing the world around them, kept her young and equally excited about life. It worried her what…
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It's the inner child who jumps up and down, waving from across the Mighty Wide. The inner child is the one who holds up the flashlight and signals for the other Clubhousers to set down their briefcases and mortgages, and dive headfirst into the Chocolate Sea. Because, you see, I had a real tight grip…
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The question of 'who am I?' never factored into the equation. As I walked down the promenade, counting the reasons why I was qualified for the position of Chief Inquisitor, I realized how absurd it was to worry. The matter of what I am was immaterial. The Evaluators could have contacted any decent thief of…
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Sacrifice and salvation trailed two steps in the shadow cast by Evelyn Belmonte. Charity and compassion guided her actions. She never allowed a knock at the door to go unanswered, nor an outstretched hand to remain empty. Evelyn understood life was a balancing act, and treated the unseen with as much dignity as her flesh…
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Late to the party bearing neither gifts nor apologies, Richard thought his presence alone would cause a stir. He'd been away; though, judging from the reception he received, no one missed him. He had counted on today's view to be an improvement over the cabanas, sand, and bedpans that filled the past 28 days. With…
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