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Pretention (Part 2 of 3)

Each had trouble sitting still. Steve was clearly hyperactive; his energy wasn’t that surprising. He was slim, dark-haired, with regular attractive features. In a few years he’d begin to sprout so much body hair that he would fall out of … Continue reading →

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Pretention (Part 1 of 3)

Melanie was spending so much time in Room 6 that she was starting to think of it as her own. She had to share it with a few boys, but they weren’t objecting to her little acts of propriety, and … Continue reading →

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Spuds in White Hats

A scientific client, met this week, informed me food produces tryptophan. And if three hours after eating meat or other protein-bearer, I began to snack on sugar, I’d convert within the tryptophan to serotonin. See? This gives another good to … Continue reading →

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Sea Lanes

A pick-up truck in line outside my place, door-dented, ill-maintained, in traffic’s mess, contains an erstwhile friend. I see his face through tinted glass but I can’t see what stress has done to it in these few weeks. My friend … Continue reading →

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Diversity (End)

Her parents were at the front door when she got home. Melanie felt a sudden urge to go, possibly owing to all the beans. “I need the bathroom.” “I knew you wouldn’t use theirs,” said her mother as Melanie edged … Continue reading →

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Diversity (Middle)

Sheba wasn’t invited to the Halloween birthday party. Nor were the neighborhood babies. The cut-off age was five. Melanie’s brother Brad didn’t get to attend. The status that exclusivity granted to Melanie more than made up for her inadequate costume. … Continue reading →

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Diversity (Beginning)

The weather was mild. The sun had gone down an hour before and had taken none of the autumn warmth with it. The yard was lit with paper lanterns strung like big Christmas ornaments from the maple trees. The tables … Continue reading →

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BART Announcement

A voice without a face informs the air of elevator problems, parking lot security, malfunctions taking fare, and items “lost” that really were forgot by passengers distracted, unaware, and now bereft. The PA phrase is shot aloud and signals like … Continue reading →

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POV

I will not ever willing leave this place where light is soft as Paris, clear as height, where morning breeze is slick against my face, my chin is cool and green expands my sight. I’ll never move away from here, … Continue reading →

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Breathing

Full obvious to me it is I get away with happiness. I ransom glee from Morpheus, elude the counterfeit of ease and don my harness willingly. (Elastic doesn’t bind as much as hold.) (I need a bit of tension in … Continue reading →

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