It's a very sad Saturday evening. Our miniature schnauzer, Waverly, took ill this afternoon and I had to drive her to the hospital. Dr. Cochran said the prognosis was not good. As we looked over Waverly's x-rays, I could immediately see...
Charles did the best he could to wipe away the smeared edges of memories that would not dovetail. There were gaps and odd thoughts and dangling threads in the history Charles put down on paper every night, but he had to finish his story...
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Darla's got everything she needs for The Little Expedition to Find her Authentic Self shoved inside her truck's glove box: a feather duster, this, and a blood glucose meter. Oh, and a joyous heart and an open mind. Speaki...
In the time it took for the blood to soak through the yellow V-neck, Micah was able to enjoy a satisfying drag off a Camel. The thumb and forefinger of Micah's non-ciggy-holding hand caressed the slip of notebook paper tucked inside the...
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