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Raining, but Gently
Raining, but Gently a short story by Octavia Kuransky 2250 wordsGrace could not find the match to her black shoe. The T-strap in patent, not the sling back with the gold heel. She was on her knees now digging through the bottom of the closet. Fingering the shoe boxes now on the closet shelf. Now under the bed, under the makeup chair, under the bureau. She was running late and in just a few minutes it would be too late. She didn’t feel too bad about it. She didn’t want to go anyway. It was an obligation type thing. An acquaintance she was cultivating. For business purposes. She decided she co...
Silent Masterpieces
My favourite photograph of myself is not the one that you might think. It’s not the one that a drunk photographer had taken of me just after I had sold Katherine for over five hundred thousand dollars, the picture dizzy and filled with sudden, fantastical movement, me grinning in a suit, hair dishevelled and eyes fanatic with the accomplishment. I felt like a Roman Emperor, a true Caesar on my throne of marble and blood. My mother has that photo framed and hung in her dining room, and not a dinner party goes by where she doesn’t nod at it with pride, “Oh, yes, that was Frank, just after sellin...
once-heart
I do not remember my name. That should not pose a problem. After all, it is just another word assigned to me.My name is not me.This problem gets in the way of my duty, so I try to remind myself of what I am good at. Of what I love. Of whom I love.My own memories were never crystal, but I know my friends were there—I could never forget their light. They were there.Even now, some Stars glow red while others blue, bright or of a deep hue, almost blending in with the black blanket where we reside. Some twice the size of the Sun, others like a dot, but still present. If I were to pick a body for my...
Climbing Up to the Bottom
NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS A COUPLE OF MENTIONS OF VIOLENT ACTS. Pat O’Grady had to do something. He’d worked for too many years and hurdled too many obstacles in getting his bar on Pittston Avenue in Scranton up and running only to lose customers now to some newcomer bar a block away. Paddy’s on Pittston was Pat’s dream come true. He had learned a lot about the beer and liquor wholesale business when he worked for a local distributorship during www.onedoor.ccthe six years he wasted his time and money trying to earn a college degree at Penn State University’s Worthington Scranton commuter campus in Dunmore...