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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

Looming

I scrolled as I waited, because why shouldn’t I? You said you had to talk to me. In person. So I waited at the bus stop by the tree, like I always do. I’ll be here when you arrive. Then we can talk.


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

You Think You Know, But You Don’t

“We get along okay and you’re pleasant enough. I like your stories about your ex, but let’s not pretend this is something it isn’t.”


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photo photography Prose

Before the Crash

She looked up,
But couldn’t see it in time.
75 miles per hour
And it was over in a blink.
No terror, no regrets.


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photo photography Poetry portrait

Partners

Bruises that don’t heal.
Feelings you can’t describe.
The rumble of strife
That’s been with you always.
Your partner in life.


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

Blue Sunset Promises

It was bad news, to be sure, but we get bad news every day and we absorb it and move on. The best of us do. But I’m more like the middle crowd: sometimes up, sometimes down. And this news made me down. Right now, I need that thing that makes me smile or laugh or maybe even a blue sky that helps me realize tomorrow will be a better day.


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

Listen and Be Open


I thought I’d learned all I needed to get through life, but what I needed to learn was that sometimes you shouldn’t think. Sometimes you just listen and open your heart to feel. That’s enlightening and it also connects you to others in a deep and lasting way.


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

Aunt Louisa

She stacked bottles and cans at the front door and back door every night before bed. She did it for years, so it seemed normal to us.


Things got troubling when she refused to leave the house because of the car parked out on the street. There were two men, she said. Smoking cigarettes and taking notes. There was no car parked on the street. She lived down a country road.


It broke my heart to have to force her into a home, but after we moved away there wasn’t anyone to help her. And she deserved to have help.

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