100 Word Challenge: “Dear…”

I’ve been reading Terry Pratchett’s “Going Postal.” The basic premise is that a habitual criminal is plucked from the hangman’s noose by the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork to serve as the Postmaster of the town’s moribund post office. (This is a stand-alone in the DiscWorld series.) The mail must go through, even though it has […]

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100 Word Challenge: No means O

It has been almost a year to the day that I last replaced the protective silicone keyboard cover for my laptop computer. I had worn a hole in the cover over the letter “a,” My guess was that it was my favorite letter. Last week I had to replace my cover again. Only this time, there […]

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Dear John

rusty cable crossing sign

Crumpled wads of paper littered the floor around her feet. Head in hand, pen poised over a blank page, Briony bit her lip in consternation, trying to pick the right words. She felt like a fraud. There were no tender phrases that would blunt the rejection made real in her letter. It had to be […]

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100 Word Challenge: Letter

rusty round metal mailbox

I have all these lofty plans to write letters, or send cards on special occasions or phone for no other reason than to hear the voice of the person on the other end of the call. But, I don’t. There is guilt. No excuses are given, no pattern of behavior altered. I’m simply a neglectful […]

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100 Word Challenge: A minus

keyboard A

I’m one of those messy people who eats while working at my laptop. That means tiny crumbs and not so tiny orts (my favorite crossword puzzle word) get sprinkled all over my keyboard. Owning my messiness, I’ve taken prophylactic measures to protect the inner workings of my precious MacBook. A silicone cover fits snuggly over […]

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Letter home

inside one-room church

Dearest G, I know it’s been a while since my last visit. Honestly, I didn’t intend to stay away so long. I could make the usual excuses, but you’d see through that, and I won’t insult your omniscience. It sounds cliché, but it really wasn’t about you, it was me. It seems that whenever I […]

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