Out of Probable Things

Some days the rain is the only calm I get. It washes the colors clean, when I see through a fog, and keeps all but the memories at bay. So what if I was supposed to let go. There are times when I can’t even be happy, can’t even feel anything. If feeling hurt tells…

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Headcases and Webcases

“Melanie. Open the door.” It wasn’t that I didn’t hear her. It would take me about 45 more years before my ears went deaf from listening to music at slightly higher than normal volume and before I went blind from nonstop video watching. No. I heard her. Always did. But I had 14 reasons for…

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Luck Indeed

Beauty. They call you and you would not believe how appearance rested the world at your feet. There was no rest, or very little, to be had in a life that gave the privilege of working 9 to 5, or rather nigh forever. Then the luxury of home cooked meals. So if between life’s trials…

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Re: Heart

It wasn’t letting go that hurt. The bitter end had been rather sweet like the dissolve of sugar candy. It was the emptiness that kept me awake at night. I didn’t know curling under bed sheets and working up till the late hours would not be enough. I had found myself again by leaving you,…

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The Explorer

The professor sat in his study with his attention buried in a book, his finger tapping the thick oak table. A world globe perched precariously on the edge of his desk, ragged feather quills were stuffed into a tall ink jar, and beside the tall, arching window a gleaming gold telescope tilted skyward. The tapping…

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A Voice in the Heart

The car slid through the rain, holding its own at 80 kilometers of high-speed travel. Headlights flashed past through the dark as ruby red tail lights lured her forward. A heartbreaking song was playing loudly on the radio. She was just wondering if she was driving too fast when she realized that there was no…

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In the Heart is a Home

Like pebbles dropped into the water, I watch my achievements sink and gather unseen beneath the surface. Stone hitting stone, sunk feelings collecting with those who came before. And as I imagine all those people who were alone in the things they’ve done, never recognized for the people that they were, I realized that it…

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Eyes Near and Far

I watch them from a bench across the park. A girl flies on the swing, long hair outstretching, feet tucking in and falling. The boy standing on the swing beside has no intention of catching up. He leans dangerously close to her side, his funny words catching in the wind. She falls back to earth…

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Street Views

Mischief was written on the sunlit gleam of the tossed silver penny, bright against the murky London sky. It was shadowed in the flick of his slender wrist and pockmarked face as he strolled past discarded editions of last week’s newspaper now plastered to the ground, as he found his interest in the boy selling…

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Never and Forever

The rain never stopped. The muted space spread between them with each mile the car took. Yes, the darkened days were long and sweeping. Forever, it seemed to last. Down came the drops and away his thoughts. Too many miles. Ideas of dreamed heroics, times with the television blaring, smells of cooking in the room…

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Not a Glimpse

Back then when the sun misted off the lake and the ducks paddled around in troups, I didn’t think anything of it. Now people think about it all the time. They speak about those green trees, those gentle blue skies, and the birds of joy flying about their day. Those days of flying are over.…

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Public Face

“Can you help me with this case. We’ve been working it for weeks and getting nowhere.” As usual, the master investigator was sitting on his couch in his office reading the morning news. He had not stepped out into public eyes for quite some time now as he claimed to be out with a cold.…

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Whispers in the Hall

“That girl,” the whispering one said. It started with a glance. The lights in the school were dim so it was difficult to see, but then the creepy girl they talked about every day turned towards the whisper. Creepy girl gave a smile and went back to her business of putting textbooks away in her…

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Such a Small Thing

It should have been there tucked between the discarded receipts and the lip gloss. She stirred around again. Pulled out an old grocery list, then a set of directions she had left herself on which bus to catch, but the torn corner of a lined page containing the phone number was missing. She removed her…

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To Say Hello

Rain pounded the windows. She sat watching it pool between the cobbles, wondering if she should ever go out again. Already he had left. Far across the country, to study what he called science, and being the woman that she was, she could not. She did not know how she was to smile for another…

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Backwards and Forwards

Time is moving too slowly to count. I never was very good at it. While smiling I lost it, while turning I missed it, and while sleeping I often forgot. And I am sorry. I can’t care for you. I must squander till it’s dried up and I am too old to feel it beating.…

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Melded

He lifted the last piece of shrimp to his mouth. Butter dripped, mouth met fork, something seemed to stop then, at the very last. The seconds melded into minutes, and days. The food turned to sand as emptiness gathered. He pressed his napkin to his mouth.

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Unopened Doors

He was walking his bike along the path when it rose up ahead of him. That house. He stopped to watch it. Strait and tall, the wooden structure raised like royalty, painted white and unblemished. Untouchable even in the wilderness, surrounded by fenced gardens, and undiscribably lost. For what was a house without a purpose,…

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Jugo’s Corner Store

The store was the last one before his apartment. Jugo’s was its name and Fred was its clerk. Not, to say, that he had ever had a serious conversation with Fred. It just happened that the worker’s name showed on his badge, and Luther spent too many evenings visiting Fred for the things he forgot…

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The Artist’s Argument

The mother inspected the painted canvas in front of her, looked out the window just beyond. Sighed, and put down her brush on the stool beside her. She stood and went to the sink, washing the paint away. The times, in the waters pouring past. She reached for the tap and turned it off, just…

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