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The Trench Coat

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Hanging on a new hook now, but what the existence I have had. My first owner was a man. After purchasing me, for some reason, the man took me to a tailor then instructed the tailor to add a secret pocket in my lining. At different times, strange items hid in this hidden pocket, some heavy and some lite. I held those items securely regardless of the weather conditions or the man’s haste. Not being much of a talker, I heard very few words from this mysterious man. If he answered the phone, I would hang on the hook in the hall and listen to him say, “Yes, no, maybe, when, where,...

God’s Purpose & Yak-King Interview

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GOD’S PURPOSE God and I have always had a beautiful relationship. He understands me. Sometimes in frustration, I will holler a little while asking Him questions. So far, He has not sent a lightning bolt to strike me down, although a few have come close. In January of 1997, after being married to my soulmate for twenty-nine years, I became a forever widow. What is a forever widow? In my case, forever, widow means that my heart and soul belong to my deceased soulmate, and he remains by my side in spirit. After retiring in October of 2009 at the age of sixty, I spent the next...

Waking You Up

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There was an aroma of coffee perking, as the alarm buzzed loudly. Elsa knew it was time to get out of bed, but she laid there thinking, with her eyes closed, before turning the alarm off. She loved the bookstore downstairs, but as the owner, she knew it had monopolized her life, keeping her robotic seven days a week. The bookstore was only open to the public Monday thru Saturday, but on Sundays, Elsa did book work and restocked the bookshelves. Knowing it was Sunday, Elsa felt even more alone than usual as she got out of bed. Since it was Sunday, Jed knew the bookstore was closed, and...

The Pickup Truck

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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...

The Park Bench

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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...