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Private Eyes

The phone rang interrupting a perfectly good nap. It wasn’t my usual phone. It was an obnoxious fire alarm emanating from beneath a thick black receiver perched on a T-shaped cradle. I picked it up. “Private Investigative Services, Scanlon,” I … Continue reading

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The Arrangement

Juan Felipe Guerrero de Ortega, only son of El Primadór, was thirty-six years old when his marriage to Marta Sánchez was announced. Marta was the daughter of Hector and Isabela Sánchez, the most affluent family in Tierra de Pluma. She was just … Continue reading

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On the Subject of Snails…

I had one Barbie in my lifetime. I found her in the back garden when I was about four, and although I wasn’t sure why she was so important, I was sure she was; important enough to keep secret. She … Continue reading

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Echoes in a Sea Snail

I was still five when Disney made the world fall in love with The Little Mermaid all over again. Like many girls, I stood inches in front of my TV set, watching a thing called a VHS video-cassette, and singing, … Continue reading

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Support and a Secret

Late on a Saturday afternoon, shortly before the end of my 8th grade year, I sat alone in my room, scribbling in a diary my mama had just given me. It’s funny, because it was singularly the most important day … Continue reading

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To Take the Edge Off

Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. She’s so infuriating. Clickety-clack. Through the day and into the night. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clickety-clack-clack-clack. I’m not crazy. I don’t know why they stuck me in here with her, brain-dead Mary the vegetable and her incessant clicking and clacking. … Continue reading

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A Kiss of Anise

Emmet Brosnahan, self-appointed poet laureate of Galway, sat nose to the countertop in a pub of forgotten name on E 91st Street. His head was supported only by an elbow, that being at the other end of a firm grip … Continue reading

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Clean Slate

I once wrote a kind  of challenge where I asked my Facebook readers for 5 words and then wrote a story based on the 5 suggested words. I’m feeling dramatically unchallenged right now. I will entertain all kinds of stuff … Continue reading

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Dead Things That Eat Me

I – One Potato, Two “What a stupid show!” Edge flipped the TV off and tossed the remote on the table in disgust. “I can’t believe you made me sit through another entire season of that crap!” “No one screwed … Continue reading

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Splash

I was six when Nana first rescued me from the mundane world of the concrete. Other kids got their stories about fairies from Peter Pan and Fern Gully. I got mine from the nasturtium in Nana’s garden. Nana died when … Continue reading

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