Mike straightened his back with only minor effort, and stretched. That was a respectable pile of leaves, and the weather was perfect for raking: cool with a light breeze not quite strong enough to go through the cloth jacket he was thinking of taking off if Carol wasn’t watching him through the kitchen window. Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: A Smell of Leaves”
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FICTION FRIDAY: Reassessment
“What happened?” asked Barbara, looking around the off-white chamber. The tall person in the white robe smiled. “We get a lot of that. You turned left on the corner of State and Delaware just as a driver lost control of his SUV. You were caught between the grille and the window washer’s scaffold.” Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Reassessment”
FICTION FRIDAY: Know-It-All
“Now, you’ve got it, right? I want to be transported to 1962. For real, and as myself, knowing what I know. No changes. Me, Durward Bailey as I am in 2024…only give me different clothes.” “Different clothes,” murmured the massive brown caterpillar. Durward strode from his desk to his unmade bed andContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Know-It-All”
FICTION FRIDAY: Astray
It didn’t seem quite right to be out here without her walker. They kept telling her not to go out without her walker. But Edith had no very clear idea where it was. Of course, That Christa would scold her again but there was no help for it. She just had no clue whereContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Astray”
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