Monthly Archives: April 2014

Prevarication (2 of 2)

Her friends skipped off. Melanie picked up her hoop and started for the open garage. “Mom says it’s time to set the table,” her brother announced. He was feeding his pet hamster, who didn’t have a great life. Their mother … Continue reading

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Prevarication (1 of 2)

There are some activities that are just easier for kids. Like getting up from the ground. Or rolling down a hill and liking it. Kids hate to get drunk but love to get dizzy. Adults tend to have opposite tastes … Continue reading

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Acute Fatigue

I feel unready for today to start (except I want the hemisphere to wake). I mean I seem to lack the strength or heart to tackle all my work without mistake. My soul is weary but I leave my bed. … Continue reading

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Green

There may be more varieties of green than any other color. This is why our brains adore it; this is what we mean when we refer to nourishing the eye. There’s spring and olive, Kelly, drab and pea. No other … Continue reading

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WTW (Part 3 of 3)

That evening Mellie had dinner at Candace’s house. She liked dining there, even though she thought the tacos smelled funny. At Candace’s house the girls could eat without having a parent around. And they were allowed to watch “The Twilight … Continue reading

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WTW (Part 2 of 3)

It was hard for the young spies to operate near the handball courts. There was no shelter except the concrete structure itself, and the ground was clear in all directions around it. Candace and Mellie watched Carmella enter the area, … Continue reading

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WTW (Part 1 of 3)

When Candace and Mellie were 13, they were sex fiends. That was their favorite subject, for private musing or confidential conversations. They’d been friends since they were 10, and they still played with their Barbie dolls. But not with the … Continue reading

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