She had never been close to her father: he'd wanted a boy, not her. Bemused, he stood over his father's freshly-dug grave and wondered: Would dad have been pleased now that his daughter had become his son?
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A Nanosecond
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! This time our writing prompt is some form of the word crack. ℵ Almost never a sliver of sunlight cracks through the brick-like layer of eternal gloom. For a nanosecond I convince myself that you are at work or the hardware store. The accident never happened; [...]
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What Nobody Knew
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today, our prompt is the word 'keep.' ∞ From that first night I wanted to keep you. Then, in the dirty-light of day it became clear: you already had a home. What nobody knew (not even you!) is that I kept you anyway safely in the [...]
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Candle Mustard
The mail carrier had come early that day, and Melissa rushed out to see what he'd brought. There was a shiny looking envelope hand-lettered in magenta Candle Mustard — their signature font. "Oh, God," she mumbled. "Not another damn Sublimity Party." Sure enough, it was. And for that coming Saturday, no less. "Crap! I'm so [...]
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The Yellow Wallpaper
Al had been gone for nine years now. Marnie's head knew it was time to move on but her heart was stubborn. It didn't want to let go of love even though all it had to hold on to was what used to be. It would never change. There were no new memories to make, [...]
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The London Pickpocket
I wasn't even trying, wasn’t even thinking about it. So far out of the wild blue I almost didn’t recognize It. Serendipitous, yet quick and sly — like a London pickpocket. That sweet kind of suddenness is the best part of falling in love again.
