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Daily Archives: March 26, 2017
“It’s empty.” “No it’s not,” I snapped. We were trekking through my mind, for crying out loud. It was not empty. “The transporter’s faulty,” I grumbled. “It probably sent us into your mind instead. That’s always been empty.” Continue reading … Continue reading
The dancers moved intuitively to the sound of their hearts as the music swelled and sobbed. It finally paused, waiting for the lovers to catch their breath. This was more than an interlude in a cafe that had seen glory and laughter … Continue reading
It wasn’t often that she got to the beach ahead of the rest of the crowds, but today was one of those days. The morning mists were just clearing, and the sun was starting to shine. Looking at the empty … Continue reading
Originally posted on Barb Taub:
The day I Killed Mom—a (mostly) true story When she turned fifty, my mother took up a new career: dying. It was a family tradition, she explained. “People in my family don’t make it out…
Someone, somewhere must have a vicious sense of humour. It is Mother’s Day in England today… a day when many Mums may get to lay in bed a little longer… except that today is also the day when we lose … Continue reading
* … After leaving Skunk, Young-Wolf had overtaken his brothers and told them that, “Skunk was carrying a poor Rice-Bird in his back-pack.” They all came back down the valley looking for Skunk. They heard his stick-game song and crept … Continue reading