Flashbacks for 2019

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January

Bradford

Told Mom Bradford Pear were brittle.

“They’re so pretty!”

Fine.

Ice storm. Broken trees clog the drive.

Heart attack, clearing them. Ambulance blocked.

Happy now, Mom?

February

All In Good Time

“How long have we been dating?”

“Seven years.”

“Long time.”

“In dog years, we practically just met.”

“Let well enough alone, eh?”

“Suits me.”

All happy couples are not the same.

March

No Contest

We each made him coq au vin. Mine: recipe-perfect.

Mandy added cocoa. Idiot.

Jean added coke. Not the cola. I dropped a dime.

I should win, but no. He’s waiting for Jean.

Idiot.

April

Tag

BEEP

It’s me, girl. Call me.

BEEP

Returning your call. ‘Sup?

BEEP

Leave off my man, bitch!

BEEP

He’s mine, now. NO! DON’T SHOOT!

BEEP

May

Fortunate

Old plans are best, she thought.

First a bride, then a widow.

Her wealth would grow by stocks and bonds. And, of course, a fifth gold ring.

June

Geese

Kat threw the last shirt over her 7th brother.

Magic unfinished, one arm would always be a wing.

But think of the money they’d save on quill pens!

July

Revenge is the Thing With Feathers

Taking her to the prom?

I give her a sack of bread and tell her where I saw a nest of lovely swans.

August

Profit Margin

There were eight of us, surrounded by pastured dairies.

“How do they make so much cheese? They only have one cow!”

Milk rustling.

September

The Good Folk

I saw them, dancing in the glen, starlight on their wings.

And they saw me.

Now I attend all their dances, serving them forever.

October

Handicap

In other news, the Galactic Olympics say Arachnoids will be allowed in the long jump, if they have their legs broken at the knee.

November

Beach Buds

Sandpipers trail me along the shore, pecking at my discarded clothes.

I swim, out. Out. It’s just me and the gulls. Then, just the gulls.

December

New Hire

Been a salesman all m’life. This gig’s same as any. Make ’em want what you got more’n what they got.

A soul’s negotiable, like anything else.

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About

I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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