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Continue reading →: The Open House Killer cont.
Lucy sat in her car outside the small brick bungalow, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. She dialed. “Hey, superstar.” “Lucy, I’m literally carrying three balloons, a cheese tray, and a sign in heels. This better be good,” Mia said, a little out of breath, traffic humming in the background.…
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Continue reading →: It’s Groundhog Day
Is it Friday or Sunday? No, wait, it’s Monday—the click-click of the shutters opening, letting the perfect sunshine into my room. The cats circle my feet as I make my way into the living room. Bartzz, bartzz. The curtains open, revealing a lovely view of the garden from my upstairs…
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Continue reading →: The Open House Killer
Natalie Jenkins fumbled with the lock box and balanced her cookie tray and flowers. She held her cell phone to her ear with her right shoulder. “Yes, sweetie, I’ll pick up cupcakes and Barbie party favors for your class birthday. Love you. I’ve got to get ready for the Open…
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Continue reading →: In my Dream
In my dream, I conquer Fears and limitations and Stay balanced In my dream, I am free From the prison of self And I learn to breathe In my dream, I am taller Than the smallest of me I stand my ground In my dream, I don’t regret I am…
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Continue reading →: Remain Fluid
I promised myself I would stop making promises; life is fluid. As Heraclitus said: “A man cannot step into the same river twice, because it is not the same river, and he is not the same man.” Life changes; I change. What remains constant is the compassion I have for…
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Continue reading →: Pooh
I’d choose to have dinner with Winnie the Pooh; we can enjoy a big old Honey Pot and discuss the joy in simple, uncomplicated life. I’d like to meet Piglet as well, although Piglet gets frazzled easily. “Thanks for noticin’ me.” Eeyore can come along as well; he has a…
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Continue reading →: Game Play
Gabriel reached for his cell phone; it was just out of his reach. Richard kicked it under the black SUV and stepped hard on his hand with his steel-toed Doc Martens. One more kick to his face, crushing his nose. Just one more fatal blow with the hammer sealed the…
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Continue reading →: Return of Little Red
Little Red was parked in the corner of Carmax’s huge lot, a 1963 Ford Falcon convertible, Rangoon red and black convertible top. He caught Isabel’s eye since he stood out among the brand-new Toyotas, Fords, and Nissans. How could it be? Thought Isabel. She owned a car just like it…
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Continue reading →: On the Wild Side
Mike was on his back, arms and legs flailing like an upturned cockroach. The first thing he said to me was, “I’ve got to take a piss.” Laughing and drunk as skunks, I managed to get him up off the pavement and into the alley behind the theater. By then,…
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Continue reading →: All About the App
Nowadays, if you’re looking for me, I’m on Facebook. I find it easy to keep in touch with family and friends and to promote my books and artwork. My mornings start with YouTube and a cup of coffee. I like to relax by watching Faraway Village, with no talking, just…
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