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Weight and Weightlessness #FridayFictioneers

“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?” Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.” “Chose, huh?” Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. … Continue reading

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I Will Make You Fishers of Men, He Said #FridayFictioneers

He carries a black Sharpie with him at all times.  It is ideal for quick scribbling in public places: a granite bench, a concrete wall by the ATM, the smooth white tiles above the row of urinals in an airport … Continue reading

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Kryptonite #FridayFictioneers

The man walked around the car, smiling slightly at the Kansas license plate still stuck in the corner of the rear view windshield. “What brings you here, anyway?” asked the mover’s assistant. “World peace,” the man replied. The movers glanced … Continue reading

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The Revenant #FridayFictioneers

She lit the candle on the windowsill and bent to slip on her mud-caked shoes. “What would happen I followed you?” I asked. She plucked the candle out of its holder and looked back at me.  “Do you know the … Continue reading

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The Comeback

Here’s how it happened: I was on the ladder fixing a gutter when the wind gusted and I ended up standing at the edge of an old canal, and this boat glides up all weathergray and brown, riding high, filled … Continue reading

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Broken and Loud #FridayFictioneers

The strangest thing is how natural this all comes now, he thought as he considered the red splash of geraniums in the courtyard.  See how I’ve set the table beside me, he said to himself.  It’s as if the place … Continue reading

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Unthinking it

I saw her gazing at the road sign. “Not from here?” I asked. “Nope.  Landed in O’Hare an hour ago,” she said.  “Headed to Cali.” “So you’re got a layover and figured you’d get your kicks?” “No,” she said.  “I’m … Continue reading

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