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59Secrets
Everybody has secrets: husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, even best friends. Hi, I’m Jess Morgan. I’ve had this secret all my life. Well, not all my life. I guess I’ve had it, let me see, since I was at least eleven years old. It just...
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60On Writers Part I
We are needy people, we writers. We nearly beg people to read our latest creations, and then are deeply hurt if our masterpieces are criticized even in the least. But when we are isolated in the deep thoughts of our mind, we know our readers are...
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57Miss Lucky
The siren blared on the ambulance as it roared down the city street of Los Angeles to the Ronald Regan Medical Center. The female paramedic leaned over Marcie, checking Marcie’s vital signs, while kidding with her male driver. “So, what do...
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59Just Another Little Town
The day was quiet and still. Stu Jenson slowed his twenty-year-old beater of a car to the road-side park. He parked his car in the dirt parking lot, sat there a minute, and then walked to the edge of a low cliff running along the edge of the parking...
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57My Other Self
Hi, my name is…uh…well it doesn’t matter because the name I have now you wouldn’t understand anyway. Okay, I’m my real self now, or for a better term, other self, the one I ignored and even claimed didn’t exist from time to time. I died...
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56The Yo-Yo Man
Patti Kid slowed down at the Sturgis exit on the Indiana Toll. She was driving from Chicago to Toledo to see her mother. She hadn’t been to Sturgis, Michigan, in ten years, ever since her husband was promoted to vice-president of sales and...
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59In Subtle Ways
Marlene Dolson sat down on the last park bench surrounding the grand fountain in front of the fifty-story bank building. She eyed people sitting on other park benches, sitting on the fountain’s edge, or just standing. She pulled her sack lunch...
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59Perfect Crime
Melody James got out of her cruiser and walked towards the crime scene. It was an old farm house her father had inherited from his father. He’d come up here to hunt and smoke cigars. Now the house sat in the weeded lot far off the main highway...
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58The Operator
“I’m sorry, sir.” “Sorry? You are the operator!” “I know,” the operator sighed. “I know, but it’s different than controlling a hand or a foot. I control freewill. If in fact, I control anything.” “The body is dying. Your...
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56On Writers Part II
I once had a professor, who said, “If you have to swear or use profanity in your writing, you probably don’t have anything to say.” Vulgarity has become the norm in our movies, novels and even in our writings. It is easy to avoid writing in...
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