Category: Story

Sometimes plotless, often quirky, they’ll settle in your spleen and wake you up from that sort of trance state you get when you drive the same route every day.

Paper sack mask

You probably don’t remember me, but I was Larry the stinky kid in second grade.  Maybe you thought my name was simply stinky kid and didn’t even know I was Larry.  I hated Halloween. I lived in a cinder block house on the highway with half-buried tires along the perimeter of our drive.  We used […]

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Lost Coffee Cup   After Sara poured her morning coffee she absently set down her cup before going to the bathroom.  Upon leaving the bathroom she could not find it—even after three circuits of her morning movements from bed to kitchen to bathroom.   Had she placed it near the sink or on the dining room […]

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