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Final Costume Change
Everything has led up to this moment. All the work put into these last few months—these last few years— is finally coming full circle. Here’s the outcome. Right in front of me. I should feel accomplished. My dreams have come true and I’m in the midst of the proof. Yet all I see are blinding lights weighing me down with expectations. Ear splitting applause I know I deserve but can’t seem to stomach. What is happening? This is what I wanted isn’t it? This has been my dream for as long as I can remember. When I look in the mirror I can still see a shadow of the boy in the living room playing make...
Miss Incomplete
Are you there, God? It’s me, Miss Incomplete, sitting alone in the shade of a weeping willow in your lush garden of crimson and marigolds, violets, hot pinks and bottlebrush. Even though we’ve never met I want you to know how much I’ve missed you. As I sit here I can only conjure a vague image of you wearing a long robe and sporting a shaggy beard while preaching the gospels of Timothy, John, Isaiah, Thomas and a few of your other friends from the New Testament. Man, what a story! I seriously could not put that one down! Amazon bestseller!It is indeed a testament to my undying faith in you tha...
A voice from the grave
A voice from the grave Memories take me back to 1965 at the time of my fathers' dearth. My father's funeral was just last week, and the conversation within our home continued to resonate as stories from the past provided a calming background to those he left behind. He was not a particularly friendly man, born in 1894 when social interactions were kept private, even within the confines of the family. Also, since he was a professional man, as a pharmacist in a smwww.onedoor.ccall country town, his reputation was his most treasured possession.As a small child, I recalled our occasional visits to Sydney in t...
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BRO PAGE 1Wesley Brown called out to his brother from across the Street, ‘Yo Baby Bro! Don’t forget my birthday Saturday, and make it a decent present this year!’ he smirked at the girl on his arm.‘Why did he call you Baby? Six feet is one hell of a tall baby Bobby.’‘It’s a family thing, I’m the youngest of five, Wes is the oldest, there’s three sisters between us.’‘What does he call them?’‘Judy, Sarah, Lucy.’‘What about the other two?!’‘Damn your sense of humor Joe, you had me going for a minute. He daren't call them anything else in case they put something nasty in his coffee...