When I slipped into bed that night, I looked out the window at the sky. Blackness filled the upper echelons of the cityscape, but a few stars twinkled, determined, I guess, not to let the night speak for them.
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Fiction
The “Is it safe?” comment usually stopped every conversation cold. She glanced aside at the rows of frozen foods. A suitable location, indeed.
“Life isn’t safe, my love.”
“When I look at the picture, I see the me I want to be. I don’t see a stain. I see possibilities.”
Like always, I ask the lady pushing my wheelchair, about today’s date. “June 7,2070”,she…
“When we refuse the good in others, we often destroy it in ourselves.”
It’s a morning of a cold breezy Monday, barely awake. I sit on the…
“You’re supposed to cut the worms out before you eat the fruit, you know.”
Patrick O’Donnell had been married for eighteen years, and only today did he realize that he loved his wife.
“The beauty I wake up to every day? Why, that belongs everywhere that’ll allow it in.”
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