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Greyhound Arriving : Chapter 1

A ray of sunshine poked up over Sunrise Mountain, snaking its way through the canopy of Fremont Street, falling downward to pause a moment in a puddle of beer, then reflecting upwards to land on the shoulder of Vegas Vic. “Quite a party last night Sally,” the large man beamed to his partner across the street. He attempted to adjust his cigarette. “Yes, Vic. Quite a party.” Sassy Sally tried to straighten out her leg.…

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Close Enough to Touch

A bead of sweat fell off his forehead onto the inside of the glass face shield as he reached for the red button. He pressed it. A whoosh of air bounced him toward the open airlock and blew him out in the vacuum of space. Then silence as he drifted out and away from the space ship. Strips of glass and debris flew away from the station as pieces of the asteroid broke it apart.…

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The Pot of Gold

After months of snow, the thaw arrived as if the weather knew we needed to leave the house. The ice melted into the creek adding riffles around the boulders and the fallen log. The spring rains added puddles in the field of melting snow. Clouds rolled over the pines and sunlight refracted in the ice. Steam rose up from the meadow. The air outside made my arms shiver. Yet, I left my coat inside. It felt…

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A Cure for Diabetes

Thomas reached for the honey and then the cinnamon. Mary claimed combining the two would result in a diabetes cure. Anything to keep Mary happy. His scores slowly climbed up the scale based on the four recent blood tests. It almost became a given: his sugar scores would go up and he would be that much closer to taking insulin. Oh, his kidneys now excreted protein. When does this disease take over and I can…

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A Split Second Too Late

Miles played with the lens ring waiting for a moment of light to stream across his viewfinder. Presently, he was sitting on a precipice overlooking the Yosemite Valley waiting for Horsetail Fall to light up red like fire. And it seemed everyone had the same idea. He pushed out a bit farther in an attempt to feel closer to El Capitain. The February winter wind blew up the canyon buffeting his face. He decided his…

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Some Apricots Please

“We’re all out of bananas.” “Do you have any plums?” “Out of those too.” “What do you have?” “I personally like the apricots.” “Some of those then.” “What?” “Some apricots.” “Oh, we’re all out of apricots.” bd22d8a7dc9c1fb4 Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment?  Related posts: That’s a Wrap A Simple Mistake Magic Reflection of Light Knight Approaches Softly

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A Splash of Red

A splash of red Against a green canvas An orange center invites pollen spread A splash of red Attracts honeybee and aphid A well of nectar overflowing bodice A splash of red Against a green canvas Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment?  Related posts: Greyhound Arriving : Chapter 3 He Sees the Love in Her Warm Smiling Face What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate A Day of Rest

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An Obvious Secret

A Conversation “She really doesn’t know?” “I haven’t had time to tell her.” “Don’t you think she’d like to know?” “It’s not like I’m keeping a secret. I need to time it right.” “I would think the moment you’re gone she’ll know something’s up.” “I doubt she’ll even care.” “Is it possible you’ve already let her know?” “I don’t think so.” “Maybe, the wedding ring has given it away.” “This thing? Well, yeah, maybe.” Thanks…

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The Harriers Set Off the Road

The harriers set off the road We followed with no regard for our thirst Alfalfa and cow pies in fields mowed The hounds all angling to be first We followed with no regard for our thirst Despite the seed tickling our throats The hounds all angling to be first The wet of water seemed remote Despite the seed tickling our throats We ran on in the heat The wet of water seemed remote To find…

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Buddy, The Rottweiler, and Charlie, the Dachshund, Find a Snack

A Conversation “It’s really only a matter of time before they take that away.” “Nah, they don’t even see me.” “They seem to know when you’re into something you’re not supposed to be in.” “It’s the silence. Go make some noise. Scratch your crotch or something.” “It doesn’t itch.” “Don’t just stand there watching me. Go somewhere else.” “I can’t. It’s so fascinating.” “In what way?” “How you can get that whole thing in your…

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