dancing shoes

Dancing Shoes

Shad was leaving. She had no head and this was the last straw. He arrived at the store raving mad. He had rehearsed his plan well. He knew it inside out, from start to finish. On cue, he paused at home and packed her things in a carton box. She had very few pieces of…

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ghost of barnabt lane

The Ghost of Barnaby Lane

The little girl ran to her parents, trembling, and her face pale as the ice water. She was crying and muttering at the same time. The warm tears flowed down her cheeks and onto her mother’s hand. The man had appeared again.The mother consoled her, telling her that it was just some old man playing…

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The Pallid One – Walking the Lifeline

When I was a little boy I ran almost naked in the rain. Crossing streams of water filled with small fishes and tadpoles. I never paid attention to their tiny tails and how they depended on them to move forward, but when they got older, these tadpoles discovered feet and dumped their now useless tails….

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weeping willow

The Weeping Willow

I grew up in a small town where people living closely took turns putting on musical displays. Not that there was a written agreement, or even spoken, it just grew into their customs. Sunday evenings were my mother’s turn when old and young folks would jive into her collection. One of her favorite songs was…

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