Monthly Archives: October 2017

Pop Beads

Posted on October 16, 2017 by sputterpub

Delightful weather summoned me outside again, though I’d acquired what I’d need for now, tonight, tomorrow. I could bide within, but sun and wafting breeze decreed that I inhale the local air and tread upon the cracked concrete. I thought … Continue reading →

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Second Half

Posted on October 13, 2017 by sputterpub

My parents didn’t seem to get along, when I was young and watching them at first. Their differences were daily loud, but strong inhibitors annealed them so they cursed in mumbles and apologized for bed. They stuck together, struck agreement, … Continue reading →

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Disadental

Posted on October 12, 2017 by sputterpub

She lately hates her teeth, and can’t abide the image that her photograph arrests. Her pose before a mirror shows the side that she prefers; in shop-glass, face and chest don’t look too bad, but cameras always still her face … Continue reading →

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Ears

Posted on October 11, 2017 by sputterpub

Del is an active eavesdropper. That’s not to say she kneels at keyholes or holds glasses up to walls (although she did that once, in a Chicago hotel with her husband, to try to decipher what the couple next door … Continue reading →

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Fretful

Posted on October 10, 2017 by sputterpub

My mother is a worrier. She finds a dozen ills to fret about a week, detecting dreadful symptoms of all kinds, for they can’t hide as well as she will seek. And lately she is warning me, with stern advice … Continue reading →

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Talk

Posted on October 9, 2017 by sputterpub

I try to talk too much. I always did. I started shortly after learning speech. Conversing more than any other kid in family or school, like I would teach by my example how to self-express, each interaction was an interview. … Continue reading →

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MotorMouth

Posted on October 6, 2017 by sputterpub

She’d learned enough to talk when she was two. She used the skill so often that her speech grew quick and quite sophisticated too: vocabulary years beyond the reach of playmate ears, the patience of her mom, attention any teacher … Continue reading →

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Web Weather

Posted on October 5, 2017 by sputterpub

The peach I bought was mealy. Local plums are past their prime, and golden nectarines look better than they taste. The season comes of evening chill and wafting wind that cleans the air and scours faded leaves from trees. It’s … Continue reading →

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Sweetlessness

Posted on October 4, 2017 by sputterpub

Del knew something was up the minute Annie walked through her door. There’d been foreshadowing in their phone conversation, and there was also thirty-two years of experience. “I need your bathroom!” Annie declared as she darted toward the toilet. Her … Continue reading →

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Prompts

Posted on October 3, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to read a writers’ magazine. I gave it up for teaching nothing right. But I recall advice – where you can glean ideas for plots and people: how you might pay heed to all the chatter in the … Continue reading →

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