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Archive for February 2007

February 13th, 2007

One More Chance

She stood without a coat shivering in the night air. Salt encrusted mascara stained her cheeks. “Please. Just one more chance. I promise, I… I… I’ve changed. It won’t be like it was before. Honest. Just one more chance.”
Silently he allowed her to finish. Then he turned and went back into the house alone.
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February 12th, 2007

The Shortcut

His heart stopped. After lying for hours in the cold and dark, he could hold out no longer. His legs, his arms, even his voice failed to answer the call from his brain.
The alley, which looked like a good short cut in the driving snow, was deserted. The entire neighborhood was bundled up inside.
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February 10th, 2007

Rejoice!

Judith Harper gives us our final story of the Blitz. Thanks to all who contributed!
As usual, Miriam was almost not-there. She stood alone—apart from the crowd, head wrapped in drab gray scarves, brain swathed in blacksmokefog, spirit buried in brownmudclay. She looked up at the Teacher, unshed tears calling to Him.
Lord, I despair!
He smiled […]

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February 10th, 2007

To Towel the Truth

One more from Mort in this Reader Submission Blitz!
It was obvious: Mark was cheating. Makeup all over his towel and not hers. How could he? Then the phone rang. A woman asking for Mark. How could she? “We appreciate Mark’s volunteering at children’s hospital as a clown, but please ask […]

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February 10th, 2007

The Betrayal

A second submission from Mouse Tourmaline.
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Liaisons without consequences, the advert screams.
After your night of pleasure at our agency, we’ll scientifically erase your memory of it, for a guaranteed guilt-free morning.
Intriguing concept… though of course, I’d never…
No. These liars need telling not to scam the public.
I stride in. The receptionist glances up.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Jackson!”
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February 10th, 2007

Innocence/Prejudice

The first of two stories from Mouse Tourmaline. It comes with the following note from Mouse: “This one’s a true story. Any Brits are welcome to figure out what we were
watching.”
This show last aired twenty years ago.
Now I sit with him. On screen, sunlit, alone: a monster, dying. In its past, dark destruction.
Innocent, I see […]

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February 10th, 2007

“Best-Laid Schemes … Gang Aft Agley”

I clearly miscounted the number of stories I had in the queue! We’ll be going throughout the weekend, I think. This touching one comes from Dean Christianson.
2003
“Dad, they’re bombing someplace called Bagdad on TV!” exclaimed Seth, Ralph’s fifteen year-old son.”
“Yes, President Bush’s ridding the world of terrorists so you can have a long, prosperous life.”
2006
Ralph […]

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February 10th, 2007

Bad Meat

One last story from Betsy… for now. :)
Will discovered the badly decomposed body in the apartment next door.
Later, fumes snaked through Will’s vents and said:
I be Bad Meat.
Call me Bad.
I live wif you now.
Dat my chair.
Will was not pleased. Roommates can be difficult.
But now they get along swimmingly. They watch TV together. […]

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February 10th, 2007

When Sam Let the Whores Out

Seems Betsy was on a creative jag :)
July 1902
Every day, after chores, she watched from her window. Now, finally, her mysterious neighbors were gingerly stepping outside, their feathers fluttering in the breeze, their jewelry tinkling like celestial bells. Their sunless existence had made their skin glow like iridescent pearls.
She dropped to her knees, […]

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February 10th, 2007

Richard

We’ve moving into Saturday with another from Betsy…
I loved him. He was my best friend.
He was accepted to Julliard, with an acting scholarship, but he just couldn’t go.
He just couldn’t.
“Never mix, never worry.”- Edward Albee.
But he did.
Vodka and Librium.
Richard doesn’t worry anymore.
I don’t worry about Richard anymore, either.
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Me.
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