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Quickening #FridayFictioneers

When my wife opened our window for the first time, a quick little sparrow rushed into our room and fluttered about. I stepped back for a minute, then went to catch her. As I closed in I confess I was … Continue reading

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To Inherit the Earth #FridayFictioneers

They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. … Continue reading

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Buy Bread, Alone #FridayFictioneers

It took him a few minutes to decide what to wear to the bakery. He went with a clean cut look in the end: something Ralph Lauren with a collar. Then he was on the sidewalk and doing his best … Continue reading

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Sere Genesis #FridayFictioneers

It began when I climbed the low basalt hill at the edge of town.  I found a cave halfway up the side, you see. The weird thing is, now I keep having to go back. And I just can’t shake … Continue reading

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Feeling Light #FridayFictioneers

He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped. “What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked. He smiled in the strange white light. “This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his … Continue reading

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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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