Author Archives: Lynette

Lurch

He had an hour to get home. If he didn’t make it in time the dog would pee on the bathmat in the bathroom and there would be hell to pay. He’d hear his wife’s strident voice for the thousandth time … Continue reading

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Under the Oak Tree

There was just one person she needed. And he’d moved to another city far away from the farm she still lived on with her parents.  The night before he left they sat together under the oak tree, watching the horses  … Continue reading

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The Brotherhood of Shopping Carts

As he opened the car door there was a loud rattling noise behind him and something slammed into the back of his legs. He turned to look and there was a shopping cart nudged up behind him. He pushed back … Continue reading

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Pie and Ice Cream

He sat alone in the coffee shop by the window. Cold grey sleet made a ticky ticky sound on the glass before it turned to water and ran like tears down the pane. Loosely he held the hot cup in … Continue reading

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What Would Henry Say?

If you couldn’t arrange a solar eclipse to darken your day, there was always Henry. He sat two cubicles over in our smallish office area. We had a smaller team than some of the others so there were only 8 … Continue reading

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GUM

The three judges from the Guinness Book of World Records peered closely into her mouth and then nodded. She was handed three pink pieces of Dubble Bubble Bubblegum and she put them into her mouth. She chewed furiously as she … Continue reading

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Casper

‘This is what we do with the horses,’ she said as she sponged her mother’s hot face, dripping water everywhere. Her mother smiled a shaky little smile. The sky was blue from horizon to horizon on the flat grasslands. Not … Continue reading

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Brad Koehly, 35 Years Later

It’s been 35 years since my college boyfriend Brad Koehly was killed on this day, December 11th.  He’d be 56 now, most likely with grandkids.  He’d still have that big grin and be goofing off for the camera, like he … Continue reading

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I was Silent Too.

  I was raped 40 years ago, when I was 16.  I didn’t know it was rape at the time, because in 1977 rape was what happened to a woman by a stranger in a dark alley.  The term date … Continue reading

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The Captain’s Chair

She sat in the chair, staring into space, while the kids charged around above her, yelling at the tops of their voices.  She wished she hadn’t taken this last assignment before her upcoming vacation.  It sounded so easy and a … Continue reading

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