Semi-Daily Scribbles
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The market had better light than the last one, and room for miles to stretch a pair of legs. Under the July sky, the barter and exchange that took place was fierce. It was like venturing into the wild without a musket or sharp ax. No way to protect yourself against a shady deal unless…
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"Busy is the new procrastination," Gregor said through a mouthful of burger. "Hey, I didn't mean that as a personal affront. I know you're working on things, and I'm used to you never being on time." "Thanks, I guess." As I sat down, I heard my belly rumble, so I reached across to grab a…
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Mateo made a valiant attempt to clear the tchotchke from his apartment. Clutter collected dust, and dust attracted microscopic critters, and Mateo was scared shitless of the magnified pictures of dust mites that manufacturers of HEPA filters liked using in their advertising. Dusty corners were also attractive to spiders. Many a web had been spun between…
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Grant tried to remember the stages that mattered. First, there was birth. That was pretty major. School; he got to skip kindergarten. A stretch of straight A's, honor rolls, and accolades. Then he got the full ride. Pity the physics degree got pushed to the side. Grant wasn't around when The Haight was a non-stop…
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Rebecca knew the word. The word was resolve. She didn't have any. Rebecca let another day pass in the house, fraught with drafts, and leaks, and plumbing that didn't work. A house falling apart, held together by promises. She finished packing a bag to spend the night in her car. Rebecca could always find a…
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the power of observation can bring great joy and balance into one's life. it can also raise an alarming number of questions. when encountering a situation, neurons fire and I begin to babble as the thoughts bubble up and outward, reaching at least one human I will never meet. por ejemplo: *who's causing all these…
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Beverly Mason's faux-fur coat, which didn't resemble the hide of any animal on earth, was one of many vintage articles of clothing her students teased her about. A popular 8th grade English teacher, the staff and student body of Grover Cleveland Middle School looked forward each day to Ms. Mason's outfit. She had a flair…
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“Let me settle in first so I can make a nice spot for you.” I gathered scraps of hay left on the barn floor and mounded them up. I patted the pile, nodding for Solomon to lie down. He burrowed alongside me and I covered him in my shawl. As I closed my eyes praying…
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Lena and Will ambled toward the back of the restaurant and slid into one of the large, dark stained wooden booths that had just been cleared away. A petite woman sporting a Louise Brooks haircut and signature pub t-shirt breezed by their table with place settings and menus. “Our special tonight is seared bison in…
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Margaret pulled from her silk purse the roots and leaves she hoped would chase away her daughter's nightmares. She stood on tiptoe in the potting shed and stretched to reach the topmost shelf. Margaret had taken to hiding her tools when Mrs. Baxter, the neighbor, asked to borrow a cup of sugar one day. Mrs.…
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