Ira pulled the door to Jean’s apartment closed. He had spent the last three nights trying to sleep on her couch. Davy, her brother, was in her spare room. Ira was an old man, and had expected to die before any of his children. What little hope he had of that was gone. Jean was … Continue reading The Promises of Another Day
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Washing the Dog’s Blue Dish
Farely was gone. They had taken him to the vet. His tail thumped on the gurney. Then it stopped. The eyes glazed, and he was gone. Dianne was surprised to find herself thinking about it two days later. She had not particularly liked the grubby old dog—he was Doug’s. But she stood at the kitchen … Continue reading Washing the Dog’s Blue Dish
North Of Wyoming
It was our banter and retort: I’d email to you,‘Whyoming?’ ‘Oming indeed,’ you replied. Now, I slug syllables and the wind stirs ashes in the western sky empty of you, your grin. How dull this stuff is without the roast of your sly reply! So, what’s the mailto of that narrow dirt room you lie … Continue reading North Of Wyoming
