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A child is born

The city was awash in lights. Strings of brilliant white festooned store fronts, casting glittering reflections on the falling snow. Decorated shop windows pulled in holiday revelers with Christmas scenes […]

Proof

Dried leaves, filtering through the collapsing roof, crunched under her feet. Walking from room to room, flashbacks from her childhood twisted through her memory. The door long gone, she stepped […]
Proof

Bequest

The room was designed to intimidate. The oversized partners desk and chair made any visitor feel Lilliputian. I sank into the antique, leather wingback opposite the solicitor who ruled the […]
Bequest

Freelancing

Once again, he had been let down. This year, he decided, things would be different. “It’s just not fair,” he sounded like a petulant child. “That should be me.” “What […]
Freelancing

Memento Mori

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this peculiar quirk. One that, when it happens, totally creeps out my usually steadfast husband. Without warning, my whole body shudders. […]

Daughter earth

Carol laid out the dress on her daughter’s bed. A creamy, white satin monstrosity with a crinoline petticoat and delicate, pink smocking on the bodice. More appropriate for a toddler, […]
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