By Bruce ParkerAlone is a duckby itselfon a pond.Lonelyis when it calls.
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Brown-eyed Susan
By Delaney PhelpsMama had beautiful hair. Chestnut brown, thicker than molasses, and it hung all the way down to her waist. Every night of the week, Daddy would sit her down at the foot of his recliner, her back straight against his knees, and brush it while he watched the eight o’clock news. On the […]
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Sick Baby
By Oliver ReimersPaul is a type designer, and Tracy is attempting motherhood. Their baby, Frank, is two months old. His face has turned mustard yellow. When he opens his eyes, they are the color of bananas. This is the fourth week Frank has had jaundice. “Every baby gets jaundice,” Paul said when Tracy first pointed […]
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Family Reunion
By Brad Rose I really like flower arranging. It’s part of my balanced lifestyle. I often notice, however, that my thoughts become wispy tentacles of love snakery, but why shouldn’t they want a hostage? Normally, I prefer sword dancing to mud wrestling, as long as it’s the gentle kind. It only requires non-quantifiable accounting skills […]
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A Mind of Their Own
By Brad RoseOn my way to the fun fair. It’s going to be great. Some people say I’m a loose cannon, but I’m just following orders. I like being the dirty kind of clean. Like they say, there’s no use writing numbers in alphabetical order. Hey, I just got this new headgear. The fit’s a […]
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