To My Dear Old Friends

Open Door

Dear Old Friend, I miss you. I know I haven’t been a very good friend, but I think about you a lot.  And, thanks to Facebook, I see random bits and pieces of your life now, so many years removed from the last time we spent together in person. I see you with your friends […]

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Palmar Reflex

Thomas Leuthard / / CC BY Exclamation points, Question marks, Notes in the margins Are all that she left to me. No baby book entries, No photos, No memories. I grasp at her mind. A newborn’s hand clinging still. Submitted to this week’s Trifextra challenge: 33 of your own words inspired by the featured picture.

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When You Were My Age

A Boy and His Toy Gun

This is what I believed: You were on a secret mission for the government. You’d been selected because of your special military skills. You were undercover, top secret, incognito. Every once in a while, I’d see a man who looked a little bit like you. Was it you, so well-disguised? I knew you were watching […]

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Finally surfacing, his gasp turns to a grin as he lifts the coral necklace to safety above the waves. But the beach is nearly empty; only the palms wave back at him. A flash of red on the road above tells him everything he needs to know. Submitted to the Trifecta Writing Challenge: Week 71, […]

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Trifecta Writing Challenge: Stone

I missed the deadline on this, but I’m going to write it anyway: 33 serious words, one of which is the word ‘stone.’ Mom placed the stepping stone between two peonies. It didn’t lead anywhere.   Sometimes, I stood on the hexagon of concrete and pebbles. But my father wasn’t there, just the box of his […]

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