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Another Revision
It was no use trying to hide. Crazy Alice had spotted Margaret fair and square. Margaret sighed. She knew she would acquiesce to her demands. Crazy Alice had a way of doing that.Alice had received her endearing moniker for an abundance of reasons. She was most famous for strong-arming her neighbors into performing random tasks. These missions would hold no benefit for the crazy woman but she would make them sound as if they were necessary for humanity’s survival until you gave in and agreed to assist. She was a sweet, older woman who had once been the city’s first female council person and she...
Rocks Remember
I grew up in what some people would call a sect. Or a cult. Oh, folk had their suspicions, but most of them were wide of the mark, and the truth was both more mundane and more strange than they would ever have imagined. Let me tell you what we weren’t. What we did and didn’t believe, and what we did and didn’t do. Though there was some kind of headquarters, it was mainly for administrative purposes, and most members, like my family, just lived in regular houses, did regular jobs, and sent their children to regular schools. Members were allowwww.onedoor.cced to drink and smoke, though excesses were discour...
My City
In the hushed hours between night and day, I leave without disturbing my peacefully sleeping family. Years ago there was a funny Dunkin Donut commercial in which the baker passes himself as he is coming and going. He mutters to himself. “It’s time to make the donuts.” There are times I have felt like that baker. Aware that local bar patrons may also be on the roads during these early hours, I stay keenly alert during my drive to the bakery especially approaching intersections.The Mrs. Shaw’s Bakery loading dock area is a hive of activity despite the early hour. In the background there is live...
At the Corner of Peach and Limon
My tree is at the corner of Peach and Limon, right at the edge of the park. It’s only about three blocks from our house, but since you have to take two turns to get here, sometimes it feels far away. And safe. It’s far enough away to feel safe. Anyway, you can’t hear the yelling from here. I came out tonight to sit under its rustling leaves, tucked up in the branches where the human world seems smaller and I feel closer to the birds, and the insects. Sometimes, when I’m really still, an owl swoops beneath the branches only feet away. I like to sit in the darkness because it makes me feel less ...