Whiff – Chapter 6

I wake up excited.  It’s Saturday, and I’m free to spend the day visiting my collection.  I think about the places I want to go and smell.  I fix Mother some toast with strawberry jam and a cup of hot coffee.  She’ll be sore, so I’m prepared to rub her legs with liniment.  She says …

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Whiff – Chapter 5

Start from beginning I didn't grow up wanting to be a library assistant. I work here for four reasons. One, it's right next to the post office. This allows me to visit it more frequently. I have a morning break, a lunch break, and an afternoon break with which to visit my beloved. It's only …

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Whiff – Chapter 4

I reach in my pocket to find the bottle #2, and gather my courage. I rub my index finger over the smooth contours of its corners and over the rough surface of the little cork that held beloved scent of Mother. I thought of girls in my past who had rejected me and had been …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 11

Laura and I decided to break up the spring of our senior year of high school. She had chosen to go to a small private college in St. Louis, and I would be staying in Oklahoma to study computer science. We wouldn’t write or call. That was the deal. But we would reconnect in the …

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Whiff – Chapter 3

Mother was rather demanding with me this morning.  At first her coffee was too hot.  Then her toast was too burnt.  Then she wanted me to rub liniment on her feet.  I am a full fifteen minutes late to work.  When I arrive, I duck into the back, hoping to avoid a cross word or …

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A Writer’s Moment

I woke up at dawn to cloudy skies and a damp Oklahoma. My wife and I had stayed late at her dad's house to watch a weather forecaster talked us through possible weather disasters as storms blew northeast across my state. We are safe. I believe I was successful in not waking my wife as …

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Whiff – Chapter 2

“What the hell, Jim?  Why aren’t those books re-shelved?” says Connor. I very much dislike when people curse at me.  I am entirely unable to respond to that kind of language.  Mother says that unless the “H” word is used in a religious context, it is foul and uncivil. He steps between me and the …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 10

start at the beginning When I had a moment to myself at work, I pulled up the San Francisco Opera website. They would perform La Boheme that evening, and I meant to buy tickets for Amy and myself, the good seats, not the nosebleeds I usually sat in. I wanted this to be a special …

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Whiff – Chapter 1

The clinking of all the tiny bottles in my satchel comforts me as I walk through the double automatic doors of The Gardens nursing facility and hospice care. “Well hello, Mr. Bronson.  Nice to see you,” says Juliette, the large-bosomed woman behind the front desk.  I’ve never spoken to her, and likely never will.  I …

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Gen-X Novelist

A common complaint among Gen-X is that we are an ignored generation. We are a generation of quietly innovative, successful, edgy, creative folks trying to pay off student debt while buying houses and putting our depressed kids through college....not that anyone cares. (voice dripping with bitter gen-x sarcasm) There used to be something called simply …

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