Category: A Foray into Fiction

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A Wall

Bill needed a walk. The wet spring breeze that entered his car as he drove home did not provide enough clarity. He needed a lighter air to encompass him. Without even stepping foot inside...

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Sixty Minutes

Four words away, From a dream coming true. Four words away, From a life starting anew. Memories appear Each second my mind wanders Through the events that brought a smile, Through all the good...

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A Swiss Melt and Corn Pudding

The bell over the door dinged. A couple of older couples were at booths on opposite sides of the diner. The man who entered the door asked, “Are you still serving?” The woman near...

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The Pawn

Below is a new poem that I have been working on. I wanted it to read in one long post, so I will differentiate this opening from the rest. I came up with it...

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I’m Something.

When I was growing up, I thought some things just happened, meaning that I didn’t have to work for it. I figured I would get taller. I believed that pectoral muscles, like breasts, just...