Or, Circle (cont'd) |
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Outvoted
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Perfect Ending to a Perfect Day
Cold. Windy. Raining. I'm hungry, and exhausted. Of course I find I'm locked out of the house with no way to get in. Why would it be otherwise? |
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Monday, October 12, 2009
Circle
He sat in the dim orange glow that fell into the corner of the bar, a slight smirk on his face as he cast an eye over the boisterous crowd surrounding him. The fitness guru with her body, her smile, her infectious laugh. The inseparable pair of writers, history buffs, one given to theatrics, grand lies, the other to apology or inflammation, depending on the moment. The bartender, the artist. The landscaper, keeper of the flame. The jovial Irishman, world-weary. The nurse, talking talking talking. Ex-military man, never satisfied but always smiling. A metalworker in overalls. The boss and her husband. The betrothed. Salesman, vodka tonic. The waitresses surround him. Accountant. Owner. Football dad. Others, faces he knows but cannot name. An interloper or two. He shakes his head. Sips his wine. Drinks them all in. |
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
The End
"I guess so," she said. "I just thought you wanted more." |
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Rain
Slender summer showers |
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sprinklers
The dance floor was crowded. Packed, more like it. I swallowed the rest of my drink, slammed the glass down on the bar and rolled up my sleeves. Between the crowd and the alcohol, my face was burning, and I could feel the sweat getting ready to drip into my eyes. |
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