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    My Morning Light: a short story about Paris & Revenge. Part 4.

    After almost fifty years of marriage, I didn’t even leave a casserole for Sterling in the freezer, just a note, that’s all. I took family photos with me, but none of Ethel and me. I also had to leave behind my greatgrandfather’s Oriental rug, my...

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    My Morning Light: A Short Story about Paris & Revenge. Part 3.

    Sterling’s body seemed to get stronger and stronger as if to mock my own. But I was the one to prompt him about a hunting trip he’d planned with his friend Mason. Once I even had to remind him of Mason’s wife’s name. It was...

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    My Morning Light: a short story about Paris and Revenge. Part 2.

    When Ethel and I were girls, our parents always dressed us in matching clothes and gave us matching toys. For our birthday one year–we must’ve been seven or eight–my Grandmother Adeline gave Ethel a yellow ribbon and me a pink one. It was the first time that I could remember being given something that was a little bit different than Ethel’s and I was delighted.

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    My Morning Light: a short story about Paris and Revenge. Part 1.

    Sterling was never the kindest husband, but he was faithful to me those fifty years. At least I always believed he was. In all the time we were together, I never worried about him and other women until about a year ago. We were at...

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    Fiction’s Frilliest Genre Gets Real(er)

    Note: A version of this article was originally published in the San Antonio Current in 2002, and was reprinted in the Detroit Metro Times in 2003. — She gasped as he plunged his fingers beneath her heavy skirts. He grinned like a pirate when he...

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  • The Salad Days: Part 2, a short story

    The Salad Days: Part 2, a short story

              That summer was the hottest on record. Coll hired on a roofing crew run by his old high school friend Bobby. In 2001, shortly after the planes hit, Bobby turned twenty-five and got married so he started telling everyone to call...

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  • The Salad Days: Part 1, a short story

    The Salad Days: Part 1, a short story

    Adam Coll lay on his red sofa directly in the stream of the whirring Zenith A.C. window unit. Through the pane he could see the staggering hot blue summer sky, filtered only by the slightly shimmering leaves of the old cypress in the side yard....

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  • Forest Firefighters on the LPGA golf course

    Hotshot Love: a short story about love and fire, Part 3

    DogCanyon will publish this story serially, in four parts. To read Part 1, click here. To read Part 2, click here. Back at the hotel we all washed our Piker shirts and our fire resistant nomex pants; we showered up and combed our hair and...

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  • Hotshot Love: a short story about love and fire, Part 2

    DogCanyon will publish this story serially, in four parts. To read Part 1, click here. That day we fought fire on the Lady’s Professional Golf Association Golf Course. That’s something about fighting fire. I never know where we’ll end up or what the day will...

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  • Hotshot Love: a short story about love and fire, Part 1

    DogCanyon will publish this short story serially, in 4 parts. “Get this, Hawg,” Rock Star said to me. “Doug hired Hinky’s girlfriend on the crew this year.” I broke the horrified silence that ensued with a belch followed by a hearty breaking of wind. I’d...

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