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Beached Hen
The kettle whistles at the same time he discovers he has finished the last of the milk this morning. Sighing, he places on his jacket, his cap and steps off his moored canal boat to land. Eric Cope takes the last two stone steps up from the canal and past the Canal Tavern. As per usual heglances through the pub’s window and sees him sitting at the bar drinking his Guinness. And onceagain, he quickly looks down at his scuffed boots, then up at the clouds blanketing the sky above -continuing his short daily journey to pick up a pint of milk and a newspaper.The folded newspaper is sheltered sligh...
Angel
NOTE: This story contains content related to mental health, substance abuse, and self-harm. Everything is too loud. Everyone is too close. Why is he looking at me? Who’s behind me? I have to get out of here.Allen Swan walked through the parking lot of Wal-Mart, trying to get back to his car. He’d been out too long. He’d been around too many people running too many errands for everyone but himself. Now he had to get away from everyone. He stretched out his step using all of the 32-inch inseam he had in his six feet frame. He weaved around other pedestrians and cars and ignored the truck t...
Downward Diggins
The day started out good and felt a bit normal. I was on my way to see my best friend Jo and play like we normally do. Summer heat on my back as I walked the two blocks down from my home to see her. I, Cari was a thin straggly haired girl. Blue eyes and always fashioning a smile. I grew up in Cadillac Michigan with three sisters and my two parents who got married young. I have a fraternal twin. She never likes to be known as a twin, but I call her my wombmate. Get it, we shared the same womb. I lived in a small town that knew everyone else. Guess it grows on you after a while, but you can't ge...
Who Wants to Be Here?
Kimberly MacLean never planned to get on Facebook. But when her mwww.onedoor.cciddle child—William III—chose the platform as the only place to share photos of her only grandchild, Kimberly was left with no other option than to navigate to the infamous website and release loads of personal information into the world. As she hesitated to build out a profile, the knowledge of finding wily ways of keeping track of her other two—Sarah the oldest, and Thomas the youngest—was an easy push. What she didn’t expect as she waited days for them to accept her friendship invitation was a request to come through from none...