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Living and Dying Under a Harvest Moon | A Short Story

{ 1039 words } As dawn claims the night I see the morning sun begin to break over the horizon from our window. I’ve been watching Stella sleep. She’s so quiet and still, I want to feel her beating heart to be sure she’s still with me. With passion as our spark, we’d made love, off and on, from dusk to midnight; our mortal bodies barely sustained the immortal force of our love. Afterward, we’d lay next to each other, silent, for there was no need to speak. The call and response of our lovemaking reverberated into some unseen alternate dimension. We welcomed a cool breeze from the window to wash over us and lick the beads of sweat that remained on us like morning dew on a grassy grove. “I love the way you love me,” Stella whispered before drifting away to join the dreaming. I’d barely heard her; her voice was like a phantom she’d said it so soft. I’d simply stroked her forehead and hushed her to sleep. Still afflicted by insomnia, …

What Tomorrow Never Brings | A Micro Fiction

{ 318 words } Today’s The Day! Daddy’s coming home! Gotta get ready. Gotta go get Mommy outta bed so she can help me get ready. I’m Daddy’s Girl and a Daddy’s Girl should look her most beautifulest when her Daddy comes home.  My Daddy’s a fighter pilot in the Army – um, I mean Air Force! He likes to fly over the emimy’s buildings and shoot mis’uls at dem. He says it’s for a good reason like freedom and stuff. I heard him tell Mommy about a big ol’ impor’dant building him an’ the other pilots blowed up once. My brother thinks war is stupid, but he don’t know nothin’ ‘cause he’s a Momma’s Boy. Time to get up, Mommy. You haf’ta get out my favorite dress and put my hair in pigtails. You know, the yellow one with the purple hearts on it. What do you mean dat won’t be nes’sary? My Daddy’s gonna be home any minute! What kind of prob’em was there? Mommy? Answer me! Why won’t you get out of …

What It’s Like | A Flash of Dialogue

{ 756 words featuring Jamila and Tommy } I wanna borrow one of your guns. What fo’? Because. You a girl, you don’t need no gun. Yes, I do. No, you don’t. Then neither do you. Whatever, girl. Don’chu have cooking shows or The Disney Channel to be watchin’? You know me better than that. Go help your Ma with the dishes or something. You should know better. I ain’t ever been like that and you know it. I don’t see why not.  You should be more like a girl. I blame your brother for that. Don’t go there. He always wanted a lil’ brother but he got a lil’ sister instead, so he tried his damnedest to make you a tomboy. So why you need your gun? What? What’chu need a gun for? You don’t shoot nobody. Girl, you don’t know what’chu talkin’ ‘bout. Now run along . . . Just a tough guy with a gun who don’t even use it. Wannabe gangsta. Shut up, girl, you don’t know what’chu talkin’ ‘bout.  This …

To Envy | A Double-Drabble

{ 200 words } You can tell things about people, if you watch them closely. The body speaks in its quiet, physical language. Like the couple at the diner. They come every week on Thursdays. The man is tall and handsome, so confident in himself. And the dark haired woman next to him, on his arm, the center of his attention.  They have a special bond, a chemistry all their own. You can see it if you watch intently. Be very discrete about it. Don’t gawk. Watch them secretly. You would see how comfortable they are in their skin. You would see how they are secure in themselves and the security they share with each other. You would see that together they have something special, a treasure. Now, if you were to look closely at me you would see something altogether different. If you look really hard, read me like the open book that I am, you would see it: the envy. You see, I too want a loyal person at my side, a warm, …