Stories

January 2nd, 2012


Midnight – When Alice King sat at the piano in this subdued light her soft auburn hair carried just the suggestion of a gentle halo. Her playing, too, had a radiant, ethereal quality, and her cat, Midnight, curled up on the chair next to the piano, seemed mesmerized by the music, like a creature privileged to share life in a magic circle. Read More…

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Alice – Evenings often pass slowly for a man who lives alone. It might be supposed that, after years of living as a bachelor, I would be used to it, would have an established routine, a set of “hobbies,” regular activities with friends, for those long hours between supper and bedtime. Read More…

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After The Storm – Julia Barker had met Jacob Smith when he came to work as a computer-systems analyst for the Highway Commission in Topeka, where she had worked for about three years as a secretary. She had grown up in Wichita, but had worked for the state of Kansas summers while in college. Read More…

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Our Funny Bunny

Our Funny Bunny – Johnny came running toward the house, holding something clutched firmly against his chest with both hands.  He was so excited that his mother thought he might have hurt himself when she first heard him.  But as she held the door open for him she saw that he held a baby rabbit. Read More…

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Don't Shoot

Don’t Shoot!His fingers fumbled with the batches of student papers he had spread on his desk, in his haste to alphabetize them by classes, get a rubber band around each set, and pack them in his briefcase. He wanted to get out of that office as quickly as he could and get home, where it was safe. Read more…

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