Category: Fiction
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Dependence Day
Mom told me not to, but when Jimmy handed me a firecracker I took it. Other kids were holding them. I wanted to be cool, too. Mom told me not to and I should’ve listened. My guide dog is cool, though.
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In Pursuit
Dagmar Bezhyumanka was a woman on a mission to flush out true love from its hiding place. She’d exhausted the traditional methods: blind dates, fix-ups, singles’ bars, even hanging out in the produce section of the Jewel-Osco on Sunday mornings in hopes of snagging Mr. Right. No luck. Men in Chicago were more sophisticated than the dim…
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Address Unknown
The word prompt is “place.” *** Every year or so, Perdida packed up and moved. Sometimes her search took her across country, other times, a few miles away. Some cities came close to what she was looking for–almost, but not quite. Always, something was missing. It seemed, at times, that such a place did not exist—not for…
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Over and Over
The first time we kissed, Crimson & Clover was playing on the radio. From then on, it was officially ‘our song.’ One month and eleven days later, Jimmy left for Vietnam. I wrote to him every day and he wrote as often as he could. In our letters, we planned our wedding and even named our kids.…
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A Cocktail Weiner
It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close. *** Closing time and you’re still here, sipping the same martini stabbing at its soggy olive with a limp toothpick. Juke box is off. Lights are on. It’s just you And me. Then you whip It out. très…
aka, The Abject Muse 