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 The Pit

Hoffman only stopped because he fell over the thick root of an ancient oak. He wanted to get up, to be back on his feet. He had to go on with his exhaustive run. In that moment though, he welcomed … Continue reading

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Gin Clear

  Gin clear. That’s how they describe the rivers in New Zealand; gin clear. I suppose that gin clear makes more sense for Kiwis, what with being from British stock, than, say, vodka clear though I prefer vodka, but you … Continue reading

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No Place Like Home

Whittaker walked up Pilgrim Road deliberately splashing into the puddles left behind by the night’s downpour. He enjoyed the rain. April showers and all. He smiled at that. He also enjoyed the lightning and thunder that had accompanied the storm. … Continue reading

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Over My Dead Body

Wilkerson went about his business, such as it was which is to say not very much. Wilkerson’s days were like that now, had been for several years in fact. His business was puttering about, extending the mundane into the profound. … Continue reading

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Drifting in the Driftless

It would be an unusual fisherman who doesn’t dream of finding an undiscovered river. And if not a river then an unknown spot on a known river. And if not a spot, then at least going out on a day … Continue reading

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Curmudgeon

There’s a stage in the life of a man, when in the middle of a fall afternoon, likely a Friday, he’s in his yard raking leaves maybe, or getting the mail. He’s not wearing a stretched-out cardigan, one with those … Continue reading

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Little Ones

The little children exchanged the mug each holding it with both hands to the count of two, just long enough to get their hands warm. They so wanted to taste its contents, rich chocolate, sweet, forbiddingly sweet, but they needed … Continue reading

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The Better Version

Albert Siegel had a day off, a miserable Monday, and risked going out for a walk in the park not yet off limits. Even as he walked the paths, he noticed the very few other walkers hurried along, heads bent … Continue reading

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Scarecrow & Dorothy

Some people said good night or words to that effect. Some nodded their heads as if acknowledging my humanity. A couple of young things smiled, almost shyly, and hurried out. I figured they felt guilty or something that I was … Continue reading

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The Urge

How long had I been there? Standing stiff, me looking down at the carpet, just like the officer demanded. Waiting for what I didn’t know. It would be bad, of course, but how bad? The two who brought me in … Continue reading

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