Tag Archives: Relationships

Throwing Horseshoes

He wanted to tell him how much he loved him but his father was gone now. Not gone meaning dead, just gone driven down the road, dust rising in the air. His father was more distant these recent days and … Continue reading

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Chicken Soup

“He had a well-bred face,” her mother said, stirring a pot on the stove. “Or as my mama would say, a horsey face. He would have made a handsome horse in fact. Teeth that were a bit over-sized and looked … Continue reading

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Slide

With her faded dress and worn shoes, she knew she couldn’t go to her normal haunts, like her favorite bookstore or the tea shop where they served her favorite scones. She’d dashed out of the house intending to just drop some … Continue reading

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For My Sake

Please try to persuade him to come, for my sake, she said, and I wondered, not for the first time, what sake she meant. It’s a funny phrase, for my sake, that is, and I was always thinking about how … Continue reading

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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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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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Encounters

a person can be a meadow you slowly walk through wild-flower spangled in the early morning light, another a stony courtyard horse hoofs sparking as they clop clop clop. one, two, three stepping stones, across a fast moving brook, or … Continue reading

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