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Ferry
Tale by Bob Church
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These days, Arthur Allan Rhodes
sat in his car as the Seattle skyline faded into the fog and
mist. He'd long since abandoned the wooden benches provided--
and their faceless commuters. The vapid stares of strangers struggling
to avoid eye contact sucked every bit of compassion out of him.
His twice-a-day ferry sojourn reminded him, yet again, I'm boring. |
Following
The Star... by Jo Janoski
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David yawned and stretched
at exactly the same time as a white fire exploded in the sky.
A dazzling trail of sparkling dust bled down from the inferno.
Next the core of the burst slowly twirled around and around,
with sparks jumping off and rearranging into points around a
circle to form a glistening star. It blinked once before pirouetting
across the expanse of inky black. The young shepherd stumbled
in surprise but grasped harder on his staff to keep upright.
The white pulsating light danced across the horizon, beckoning
the lad with every blink. |
The
Twenty Dollar Suit by Guy
Hogan
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The man hadn't worn a suit
in over thirty years. When he was young he pitied other men his
age who had to go to work in suits. He was going to be a great
photographer of beautiful, nude women and would dress as he pleased.
Well, he did not become a great photographer of beautiful women,
nude or otherwise, and now at the age of fifty five he had to
wear a suit. He adjusted his tie. |
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