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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 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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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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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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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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