Fiction
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Jam
(about 770 words)
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Time travel sure had put me into a jam. I found myself wandering around the Left Bank with bottles of wine and an obscenely long baguette in hand. It was 1939 and at first I thought I had arrived in Paris to end the Big War before it had even started, but instead I was told by the Captain to look for a gentleman named Jacques, a handsome cheesemonger.
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Johnsville
(about 2,900 words)
“Would you like a marshmallow pie?”called out a person in a green pin striped suit. Rita smiled and shook her head. Just then the singer’s owl made a loud noise then rose up into the air. Rita followed it with her eyes, only to see in the far distance, as in, many, many miles away, small, diamond shaped kites, the color of glossy tangerines. “Oh my,” Rita said. She began to feel uneasy. Uneasy at the splendor. Uneasy from this motley crew who seemed so friendly, but why? What did these people want from her? “Where am I?” asked Rita.
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Louise
(about 2,000 words)
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When the Fed Ex man came and asked for her signature, she pretended that she was signing mortgage papers for the new house that they had just bought together. When the Xerox repair man came to her office she thought of him as her husband as if they were concentrating on changing a flat tire, er, the toner malfunction. Driving down the alley behind her house, a worker on a roof stood up, and while stretching waved at her. Could that be her husband waving from the upper deck of a cruise ship? She chuckled to herself as she recalled her therapist's words: "Just own it Louise. Own that you are in love, own that you love someone, own the reality of being in love itself."
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The Fawn
(about 2,100 words)
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Sydney’s heart pounded as she braked sharply, put on her emergency blinkers, and jumped out of the car. She looked down to find the fawn up against her tires. A deep shock ran through Sydney’s body; she gulped air, and quickly covered her mouth with her tiny, arthritic, hands. She stared down at the fawn. So beautiful. So young. So unknowing, and innocent. It lay there, without a mark on it.
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What We Left Behind
(about 2,500 words)
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At the edge of the pier she turned for a brief glance back at the research lab; it was swallowed by the pending night except for a bare sprinkle of solar lights that outlined the building, and the sign that said: Evolutionary Extinction Archive. A few yards away she saw dolphins playing in the darkening surf. This school of dolphins was always friendly, and they possessed a certain esprit de corps which made her envious, and left her yearning for what was so very unnameable.
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