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Snowball Fight

“Daniel, this the first snow in five years. It’s beautiful, but I wonder what it means?” “Yes, Kate. Since that very warm winter we had in 2017, the weather during the last five years has been unheard of across the

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Fear of Flying

Violet had never been afraid of flying. She was flying to her new home in South Florida late this afternoon. She was terrified. She had scheduled an appointment with her sleep doctor for something to take the edge off so

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Dolly

“Caroline, you have disobeyed me,” her mother said, slurring her words, as she stepped toward her daughter. “Give me that doll you have behind your back.” Caroline sobbed. Her favorite aunt gave her Dolly. Her aunt that was so nice to

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The Light Show

Cyrus had worked all day. A convention was coming to Las Vegas. A convention of Harley-Davidson owners and bikers. The convention hotel was planning a light show for them on the Strip as they rolled into town tonight and a

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Guitar Man

She was only sixteen. Oh, all right. She wasn’t quite sixteen. Just fifteen and a half. She liked the way that boy looked when he played his guitar. He worked on her granddaddy’s farm. Just a field hand, working in

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The Unknown Wife

Ingrid walked into her friend’s party and there was her ex and a woman. She overheard someone say he was married. She could hardly believe it. He’d called her only last week. She didn’t care that she’d thrown herself together.

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The Old Man and Daisy

“Daisy, you and me, we gotta have ourselves a talk,” the old man said. Lately, he thought to himself, Daisy wasn’t answering him very often. Usually, she coughed or sputtered or something. These days, not a peep. “Did you hear

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My Face

“My face looks sort of cracked,” the little boy said as he looked at his reflection in the water puddle. When he looked up, if anyone had been looking at him, they would have known why. His face was screwed

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The Old Man

There comes the old man down the road. His golden retriever walks beside him, just barely moving. They both move slowly. The dog is 14 1/2 years old, around 100 in human years. He has the beautiful golden hair but

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Wising Up

“I thought your parents were coming tonight?” James said. “They are. They said they would meet us here at the restaurant at 6,” replied Barbara. “I’m only waiting five more minutes,” James stated angrily. Barbara sighed. James could be so

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