A Friend of the Family – Part 4

“Yeah, Jacob…Adams?” he began, squinting at me as he spoke my last name, cueing me for a nod. I helped him out, “Yeah, Adams. He was in Mrs. Johnson's class, too. You remember, Jacob, right?” “Ohhh, yeah….sure! Jacob Adams. Ohhhhhh…wait” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “Did we make out at the P.C. North …

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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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Bay City Runaway – Part 9

Start from the beginning We had fallen into a routine of morning coffee and newspaper. I no longer questioned her presence in my apartment and my life. She was a part of my existence now. She was filling a piece of a large hole in my life. What piece, I did not know. I heard …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 8

I walked home a little more briskly than usual, skipping McMillen’s again. I wanted to know how Amy’s day had been; see her safe in my apartment. When I arrived, I was relieved to find her sitting in my club chair, swirling brandy in one of my crystal snifters. On the living room table were …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 7

As a child, people called me Lucky. I had an uncanny knack for finding money everywhere I went--quarters, dollar bills, fives, and, on three separate occasions, twenties--which drove my older brother Mike absolutely crazy.

Fly By Night: Chapter 3 – Benchwarmer

home page Now, if you're feeling kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying;Futures coming much too slow,And you wanna run but somehow you just keep on staying,Can't decide on which way to go.Yeah, yeah, yeah. I understand about indecision,But I don't care if I get behind.People living in competition;All I want is to have …

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