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A great keening echoed over the rolling downs. It was a piercing, gut wrenching sound. A haunting melody accompanied it, rising from pipe and fiddle.…
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She knew it was the beginning of the end, that first time she had to work so hard to reach organism that the achievement was…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
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Years ago, late at night in her Chicago hospital bed, after some struggles, some dementia-fueled trips to an Old Russia she never visited, Momma died.…
At the dinner party she was seated next to a very attractive woman in her late twenties, a red head who introduced herself to Izzy…
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There's a ghost on the other end of the line. I can hear her breathing. I heard her words a few days ago. They were…
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Agatha had hidden in her father's I house for weeks after his death. Her life had become a series of breathes. In, out, each a…
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At the dinner party she was seated next to a very attractive woman in her late twenties, a red head who introduced herself to Izzy…
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Since New Year's Day, I have worked every day because the world premiere of THE DREAMERS AND I, a film I worked on, was in…
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Years ago, late at night in her Chicago hospital bed, after some struggles, some dementia-fueled trips to an Old Russia she never visited, Momma died.…
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I stood on the side of the road, bags stacked next to me, coat plastered to my shivering form. The taxi pulled away, job done…
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The knoc on the door continued, it's softer at first.Then louder.Agatha shook her head to clear it, her coughing was getting worse and with the…
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Every season has its smell, its olfactory power, so that when you recall it, senses wake up: the taste of fresh baked sugar cookies mixed…
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Barbara sat slumped on the edge of a bed. The dim bulb overhead struggled to fill the dingy motel room with light. Details were hard…
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At 18, Agatha was a wife. At 22, she was a widow. The stabbing pain of that loss engulfed her. It was her mother who…
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The World - if I'm going to anthropomorphize her , I should capitalize her, right?- THE WORLD is a busy thing. A very large and…
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In the depths of a mountain, coiled on a pile of gold, lay a dragon. It was an ancient being. When the kingdom outside was…
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