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Full Circle

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Full Circle

    Grace walked into her bedroom, then sat down on the stool in front of her antique dressing table.  She loved the dressing table with an attached mirror which had been her Grandma’s. It was her favorite place to brush her hair.  As Grace looked at her image in the mirror, she remembered her Grandmother’s reflection in that same mirror. She had often sat in her Grandmother’s lap while her Grandma had brushed her hair.  Memories began to flood her mind, bringing a smile to her face, and then she closed her eyes.  “Grace, come into the bedroom.  It is time for Grandma to brush your hair.”...

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Mask to Mask

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Mask to Mask

Staying home was not something Elsa wanted to do.  Accustomed to being at her office from sunup to sundown was the norm for her.  The pandemic had changed everything, and everything seemed surreal.  Elsa’s apartment was modestly decorated.  If not for an insisting girlfriend, she probably would most likely not have any furnishing, except maybe a bed and chair.  Entertaining was not a priority for Elsa.  She just needed a place to come home to shower, have a glass of wine, and get some sleep.  Things were so different at her office.  Elsa had spent tons of money decorating and making her...

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The Pickup Truck

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The Pickup Truck

The Pickup Truck Old, rusty, and brown, that’s me. Once long ago, I was a looker before the years got to me. My four tires are nearly slick but patched so many times that it counts as more tread. Sometimes my tires look almost flat, but if you keep airing them up, they’ll get you where you’re going. Lightly pumping my brake pedal will bring you to a nice stop.  Slam on my brake, and I’ll keep on a going. Slam again, and I’ll throw you through the windshield. Being a standard, I have a clutch and a long gear shifter on the floor.  There is a round ball on the top...

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The Park Bench

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The Park Bench

  What a drab day, Elsa thought to herself as she stood at her office window. Elsa prayed the rain would stop and the skies would clear by lunchtime. The park was her refuge while eating her lunch. Elsa had a favorite bench where she sat, ate her lunch, and watched people walking by while she contemplated her past and hopes for the future. When the train stopped at the right place, Sam got off.  He had made this trip so many times in the past that he could probably do it in his sleep. As Sam made it through the rain to his office, he wondered if later in the day the rain would stop and...

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The Train Station

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The Train Station

        Tom straightened his tie then put on his hat. Why did he have to make this business trip, he hated that Train Station. He only went there when there was no other choice. Memories began flooding his mind increasing his anxiety.  She told him she would return, but he had waited hours before a policeman took him away.        Elsa put on her hat, coat, and walked to her nightstand.  She carefully took the picture from its frame, looked at the small boy in the photo then gently put it into her purse.  Memories of that day long ago made tears roll down her cheeks.   Why had she fallen ill...

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