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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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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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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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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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Escape

They were in Europe for only two weeks. The kids wanted to take a boat ride on the canals. It was the week before Trump’s inauguration as President of the United States. Every American that possibly could was escaping the

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A Rocky Relationship

We drove out to Red Rock Canyon that day. I’ll never forget it. Life had not been good for us for awhile. We both loved that canyon, the beautiful scenery, the peace. Peter wanted to walk and take some photos.

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Christmas Miracle

The street light glowed brightly at the end of the side street of the dying town. It was Christmas Eve but the homeless men who huddled around the barrel glowing with fire didn’t notice. They were focused on getting warm.

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The Letter

June 18, 1899 Dear Miss Chandler: Thank you for your letter concerning our patient, Mrs. Monica Chandler. I understand that you recently discovered that she is your mother and would like to know her condition and whether you can visit.

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Mother, May I?

As they drove home from the city, the sky looked ominous. They were late and her mother was going to be waiting on her dinner. They had needed time to themselves today. Her mother was always there. They never had

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Waiting

There was so much between us during that year. No one, but us, will ever know. He left from this very dock. He went to the mainland from this spot. The night before, he told me not to worry, that

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