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Late Night Convos (Short Story)

Pensive. Irritated. Annoyed. Sad. Pretty adjectives that paled to what she felt inside. Sitting on the small back terrace of her condo she gazed out at the night seeing nothing. She thought of him. She missed the sound of his... Continue Reading →

Wistfull.( A Short Story)

She entered the bedroom after hearing the soft gurgling sounds of her daughter Angela. At six months she'd already received several nicknames. Her mother's personal fav was the tried and true, Angie. Holding a basket of clean laundry she lean... Continue Reading →

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