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Karma Finds Lily
Lily made her living as a psychic medium. Unfortunately, she was neither a psychic nor a medium; she was just really good at reading people. Those who came to her for guidance truly believed that she could help them. She knew exactly how to prompt them to give an accurate reading. She only played the medium when she was sure of the relationship between her client and the deceased loved one that she “brought” through. She didn’t charge any more than any other psychic medium and each and every one of her clients went home happy. She thought she was doing them a service. She though...
My First Valentine
You know when you can no longer fit your clothes - as opposed to when your clothes no longer fit you, but that is a different story for a different day - but when your clothes no longer fit into your bottom left hand dresser drawer, you know that there is a problem. What in the devil is in that drawer anyway? It’s your dresser. You’ve owned this dresser for the last, do we want to think about age here? Okay, upper level math skills being tasked here - years married, plus the apartment, minus the year in storage during the teeny tiny apartment year or does that count since the drawer was probab...
Three Bars
44% “Dad? Dad? Can you hear me?” Static roiled through his cell as the train passed through another tunnel, but he held on to the connection. “Yeah, I can hear you, Jamie. As I was saying, you don’t have to pick me up this afternoon. Libby has to head into town anyway, so I’ll tag along with her.” “Are you sure, Dad? I just got off the station.” That was a lie. A stupid one. His father would have heard the squeals and rumble of the car as it cruised over the tracks. Whether his father knew, though, he didn’t indicate.“No, son. It’s fine. I can’t be late-- last time. I almost didn’t get to see ...
Lost and Confused
I remember the book of mazes: a gift my parents handed me when I was seven. It was too thick, too heavy to hold with one hand, but being hugged it fit just fine. Opening it to a random page all but guaranteed a brand-new maze.I would try to solve a few mazes each day – four, maybe five. Mama would be preparing the dinner table for when father got home.Before attempting a maze, I’d first establish whether I could reach the end, perfectly, lest the pristineness of the book be tainted by my mistakes. Surely it wouldn’t be acceptable to blunt my pencil, then sharpen it down to nothing, just for th...