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Martha

I have always liked Tom Waits’ song, Martha. I wonder if it is autobiographical by Tom, or just fantasy. Here is my fantasy version of the backstory to Martha. I sat looking at the phone. It was one of the … Continue reading

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The Last Run

It was almost 4 o’clock and the sun was low in the west. The mountain blocked most of the direct sun and caused the flat, shadowless light, the bane of downhill skiers. I knew it would be like that this … Continue reading

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The Factory Whistle

“Pfeeeeet…pfeeeeet.” The Factory whistle blows. “Two,” he thought. “Time to get a move on.” He tossed off the covers, petted the dog’s head, made sure Sally was still covered by the blanket, padded barefoot to the bathroom and closed the … Continue reading

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The Corn Field

The corn was tall, even for this late in the season. It must be eight or nine feet, well above my head. It was that light, dead, dried brown and would normally have been harvested a month ago, but for … Continue reading

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The Highway

I cut the lights a block before I arrived at her house. I hate this part. It was almost 2 AM and like my father always said, “Nothing good ever happens between midnight and four in the morning.” I quietly … Continue reading

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Havana Rose

“It’s 100 degrees out Rose. Do you really want to go for a walk?” “It’s NOT a choice, Dad. I gotta go outside,” Rosie said with a strong sense of urgency. “Anyway, it’s a dry heat. Not like back home.” … Continue reading

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The Pleasure Machine

She is a small, dark complexioned woman, not five feet tall, but of course, she is sitting now, one hand resting next to the button on the pleasure panel in front of her and the other holding both a now … Continue reading

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