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Should’ve Taken A Left

“Where did you say he was from,” asked Rachel?

“Albuquerque,” said Meghan.

“And what’s he doing here?”

“He’s in the Coast Guard. Wilmette Harbor.”

“Who does he know here?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care.”

“Why don’t you go talk to him,” ushered Rachel?

“Me? No. I couldn’t,” said Meghan.

“Why not?”

“Look at him. He’s just…look at him.”

“He’s just a guy. I mean, look at that terrible mustache.”

“I think it’s sexy.”

“No you don’t”

“I do. Look at all of him. And look at his belt buckle. I bet he rides horses.”

“He’s like 20.”

“So. He puts all these Glenview boys to shame.”

“I’ll give you that.”

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E. Doolittle

I tiptoed across the hallway from my Mother’s room to mine, and closed the door slowly, quietly, but the lock clicked loudly. Mother probably heard it. Maybe she didn’t. But, she probably did.

“Did you finish your homework?” A loud voice echoed from downstairs.

She heard it.

“Not yet! I needed the bathroom!” My soft voice shouted back down.

With my ear cupped to the door, a response never came.

The dress was gorgeous. It wasn’t exactly right, but it would do. It was white and full sleeved, not exactly what Eliza wore to The Ascot. What it needed was a bow at the left shoulder and knee, and some lace at the cuffs. But, it would do.

I picked up my desk chair and carried it to the closet to hang the dress from the door. I never saw Mother wear it. All I knew about it was that it was her mother’s dress, and that she wore it to marry her first husband before she met my grandpa. I bet she was stunning in it. Just like Eliza. What a night it must’ve been. She must’ve been the perfect bride on a perfect day.

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Twin Flames Burning

JT looked at the business card. He flipped it around. The back was blank. He flipped it back, and read it once more, for the one hundredth time.

Saturday. May 19. 8:27pm.

Stella Ct. and Healy Ave.

Bring the Banana.


He looked at his watch. 8:19. It wasn’t like him to be early, for anything. Not even a minute. But he had been standing at the corner of Stella and Healy for nearly a half hour. The anticipation had been gnawing at him for days.

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Valentino Valentino

“I heard he made an entire audience disappear in Cincinnati, and they found them wandering the Sedona Desert a week later. The whole audience!”

“Yeah, well I heard he ate an entire elephant on stage in less than 3 minutes.”

Hannah and Mitchell took their seats in the fourth row. The stage curtain was thick purple velvet, and they could see shuffling feet behind it in the crack between the stage and the bottom of the curtain.

“I bet those are his stagehands,” said Mitchell.

“Maybe there’s actually a hundred of him,” said Hannah.

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What’s That Sweetie?

Pulling weeds was hard work. It’s no wonder Gerald never did it. His hands had a million tiny cuts. They stung from dirt and sweat. He gingerly grabbed the handle of the fridge to open it, and looked in.

Nothing. Well, a few things. But nothing.

“Hey Hun? Where’s the lemonade?”

Gerald moved the milk gallon aside, and an old carton of wontons, and saw the pitcher of lemonade hiding. It was almost empty.

“Never mind! Got it!”

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