Category: Fiction
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Babysitting in Babylon
The year was 606 BCE. I was the nine-year-old niece of Shadrach, Meshach, or Abednego, (I forget) and selected as the official Au pair of King Nebuchadnezzar’s kid, Bucky—age seven. ↓↓↓ “Can your uncle really walk through Fire?” “Heck, yeah.” “Can you?” “No. I’m gonna be a writer.” “Aw, you’re no fun.” “And you are?”…
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Out Loud
Star-crossed lovers in perpetual orbit; the Moon circling the Earth circling the Sun— a Sun that doesn’t seem to shine on us. Still, your heart beats the rhythm of mine as my soul is the other half of yours despite the spouses our spouses and children— yours, mine and not ours… Not yet. One…
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Out of Bounds
I was always on your side, taking-up for you— right or wrong. We were a team. Then, I found out about your secret draft choice (Ms. Irrelevant?) Illegal Touching Interference Out of Bounds Now it’s all about Team Susan. Still wanna play ball? The Daily Post
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Haywire
Where were you last night when it all went haywire? When our daughter had “big math” homework and you know I’m number-dumb? When your son’s buck teeth and stuttering became bully-magnets? When he came home black-eye angry in a tear-torn shirt? Where were you last night when dinner had been ready for two…
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Kings & Queens
The Daily Post King Farid of Transmorovia seemingly had it all, but au contraire! Even a Porsche 918 Spyder and a harem of exquisite women didn’t matter. Actually, the car was pretty cool, but the women…Pffft! You see, Farid was expected to produce an heir, but was loath to ‘rise to the occasion.’ “Dang it!” he…
aka, The Abject Muse 