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Cradle The Blanching Bones

I saw the area code on the caller ID and knew who it was right away. I thought to let it ring, allow the answering machine to pick up, but I knew she’d call back again and again until I took

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Posted in Family & Relationships, Fiction, Short Story

Cry At The Night Sky

I knew the truth, and it ripped my soul to shreds. All the more reason to end the pain right now so neither of us will have to witness the end. It’s the right thing to do…it has to be.

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Posted in Fiction, Literature, Writing

The Ghost of Mrs. Demur

It is, at first, a faint buzz. Barely audible, a whisper that says, “Hello, I’ve arrived. Please take note.”

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Posted in Process, Writing