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Mommy’s Angel
I begged for a guitar for Christmas. I got down on my knees in supplication to Mom one Saturday morn when the snow was knee deep outside, I remember. That’s all she heard that year. I did every chore she gave me with glee, on the outside at least, three quarters my best instead of… Read more
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Good King Wenceslas
“I love the way the full moon glistens on the snow when it’s deep and crisp and even like this, not a mark on it,” the good king said. It was St. Stephen’s Day, Boxing Day, the patron saint of stonemasons and bricklayers, the first martyr, stoned to death for blasphemy. He was also the… Read more
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Gilly and the Peashooters
“Gilly and the Peashooters” was first published in Appalachian Fusion, Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel, Contemporary Appalachian Writing, Vol 27 Read more
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Creation sans fear
I don’t have to practice transcendental meditation to create masterworks, maybe I do. Read more
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Phone Runner
The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears.
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Welcome Back
No. I’d been gone four days, strangers had been in to feed him, and he needed cream now.
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Skipping Stones
Bart Goins, ten-year-old, Davis Lake Rock skipping champion has been suspected of cheating.
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Reflection
Susan would have been hot anywhere, anytime, wearing anything, with or without the fan.
Devonne Brown 