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The Big House

I still walk by the big house behind the fence every day. It’s empty now. My mother lived in that house with her parents and her brother. After I was born, I lived with her, but then I went to

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Friends

John decided to warm up while Carl and Scotty bought their train tickets. The train ran much later tonight, but they had to get their seats. They wanted to entertain the crowd and maybe make a little money while they

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The Great Escape

“What is it, Mama?” the boy asked as they walked down the sidewalk with the great wheel looming in front of them. “We don’t know, son. Some say it’s our Great Escape to another world since we can’t drink our

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The Moonshiners

“Barney, be quiet, for God’s sake. Don’t alert the whole county that we’re out here,” Lester whispered. “I’m trying, Lester, but the leaves and limbs on this forest floor make noise when you walk on them.” “The moonshine still is

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Morphed

“My God, Nathan, let’s stay out of that old house,” Karen said. Nathan and Karen were college students doing a field study on water pollution in the Everglades in South Florida. They had spent most of the morning taking water

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The Material Life

The doctor didn’t know how he was going to get through the day. The same way he got through the other days, he supposed. He hated these people, these patients, that came in to see him. So needy. So many

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The Piano Girl

Gracie loved her piano. She started taking piano lessons at four. She could play the classical musicians at seven. At ten, she was an accomplished pianist. She played when she was happy or hurt. She played four hours a day.

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Siblings of the Heart

Mary lived in the country, outside a small town. Ben’s family moved next door. She was ten and he was six. Ben’s sister, Dina, was one year old. In the summer, they played outside. Boy games. Baseball. They camped in

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The Windfall

“It’s impossible to get a good price for cattle nowdays, Desiree,” Clint said as he passed through the kitchen. “What’s wrong, honey?” she replied. “I’ve taken all the cattle to Ed Davenport to be evaluated and priced except that one

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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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