short-story
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Three Vignettes
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. Charles Baudelaire Foster’s Creek Few mourned when Clarence Findley died. He did not live a life that endeared him to many people. Clarence Findley was a hard drinking, mean spirited cuss of a man, and you could count on one Continue reading
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Man Boobs
I guess I don’t so much mind being old, as I mind being fat and old. Benjamin Franklin Gary stood naked before the mirror and grimaced. Although he had been denying it to himself for the last several years, there was no way to pretend any longer. He had man boobs. He tried sucking in Continue reading
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The Home at the End of the Road
And for a reason he still did not understand, he began to cry. Love plain, simple, and so fast it shattered him. Toni Morrison I was low on gas and although I probably could have made it home without refilling, I decided not to chance it and pulled into the first gas station I came Continue reading
Can You Hear Me Now 