Sea Monster

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Sea Monster (132 Words)

Supposing it was a sea monster. Billy and Brian insisted that it was. I thought there was a mechanical touch to it myself.

“Well go on,” I said. “See what it is.”

They looked around the bench, glaring at me.

“It could eat us, silly,” pointed out Brian, always the logical one.

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Moonstruck

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Moonstruck (198 Words)

It wasn’t a fairy tale. The day after the wedding, she went back to her job as one of half-a-dozen lifeguards at the community beach. He had the early morning to evening shift at the grocery store. And sitting at her post in the burning heat, her eyes shaded by the brim of her hat, Carrie wondered if anything had really changed.

It hadn’t. She knew that. Yet something was different.

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Flight Plans

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Flight Plan (166 Words)

“How can you love dragons and be scared of planes?”

It was a legitimate question. After all, planes and dragons both fly. But the very sight of the cylindrical, soon-to-be-airborne machine made Sam blanch. His hands gripped the strap of his carryon and he met his companion’s question with a sickly smile.

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When You’re Older

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When You’re Older (309 Words)

He had never eaten so earnestly, so desperately. Warm butter slid between his fingers and over his knuckles, and the juices oozed hot from the slab of meat, bathing the fresh baked loaf in rich steaming flavor. Sensation had left him save that of the delicious goodness in his mouth and the empty craving of his stomach. He sank his teeth into the feast before him and raising his eyes saw a young child, a yard or two distant, watching him. It was the baker’s boy.

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Going for a Walk

One of Wallie and my favorite poems.

Dreams from a Pilgrimage

I will see cherry blossoms today
dancing lightly in the April breeze
crenellated puffs of softest pink
jostling, welcoming, anticipating
meetings under the arch-browed branches:

where petals scamper round the feet
of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit
with delight not won, but given
in sweet abandon from the Lord of heaven:

and sweet angel, I will think of you.

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