Monthly Archives: July 2016

witnessing the moment

A narrow crystal vase lifted a single rose from the center of his desk’s blotter. Sunlight glittered through the faceted glass, a tickling of yellow within blue embracing the living green stem. Joe smiled with surprise and looked up and … Continue reading

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half bad

Joe caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass door, the faint grey ghost of a figure reaching forward to grasp the brass handle. Joe grinned and felt a quick self-conscious laugh as the faded vision reminded him he … Continue reading

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wild things

I walked around in a happy daze for a while, running through the whole episode with disbelief and curiosity. I’d seen lots of weirdness, even done plenty of wild things in my life, but I’d never had a strange woman … Continue reading

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chronic summer boredom

She was a good looking girl, in an ordinary kind of way. Her hair was cropped short, light brown and straight. Her skin was fairly tanned, evidence of the chronic summer boredom she had complained about. She wore a blue … Continue reading

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beer and gabbing

Early in the summer, some guy in the next building had a party. Mark knew a friend of the guy and I ended up standing around drinking beer and gabbing. There was this girl and she told us she was … Continue reading

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without thinking

Sometimes I speak without thinking. I guess we all do. Most of us, anyway. Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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spewing bronze elves

I walked the garden paths, past the fountain with spewing bronze elves, past the bust of a greenish benefactor with an aquiline nose and a crusty forehead. The grass gleamed in the wash of warm air, tickling shades of light … Continue reading

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