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All Stories, General Fiction

Tin Folk by Lauren McGarrity

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“And then she invited him over for lunch!  Her man’s not dead a year and she’s already at that bowls club on the prowl.”   The old woman’s bonnet bounced up and down as she spoke.  The rain continued to pound the pavement as she and her friend passed.  Sam listened to her story, smiling a little.  If they hadn’t been walking right in front of him he might have thought that they were speaking to each other from across the road, their voices were that loud.  He wondered if they realised how loud they were, if they were both hard of hearing or just assumed the other was because of their age.

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All Stories, Literally Reruns, Short Fiction

Literally Reruns – The Manufacturing of Sorrow by Bob Thurber

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Ever reliable, even at great personal cost! Leila Allison has offered up another suggested Rerun which apparently focuses her attention on that which she would rather ignore, and this is what she said:

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All Stories, General Fiction, Short Fiction

The Female Bukowski? by Kathryne Cherie

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The night started out with 2 racists in the Middle East Nightclub & Bar on the South side of Cambridge. Each man on the wrong side of a real bore of an argument. The spit that flew off their tongues stained the fabric of this particular dimension. The one we selfishly call ours.

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All Stories, General Fiction

A Conversation with Jeep Who Said the Moon Loved His Father (RIP Timothy) by Tom Sheehan

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“The moon loves you, Dad,” said Jeep, one of my grandsons who lived in Maine and who was practically born in the seat of an old ’56 Jeep relegated to the farm. You can imagine very easily that is how Jasper got his nickname. The Jeep was an old army surplus vehicle left over from the Korean War that I was in during all of 1951. From the first, Jeep was a mover, hardly slowing down, except for cows, goats, sheep, hens and ducks, sometimes a pig as big as a mountain, at least big as your house. He roamed the whole farm and knew all its secrets, including the secret visitors that came onto the farm in the night time when most animals and people were sound asleep.

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All Stories, General Fiction

The Green Light by Ximena Escobar

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Eleanor’s siren hair streamed like moon rivers on her shoulders, livened by the bluish hue emanating from the television.   Simon lay on the couch, stretching his nape just enough to kiss the glass on his chest.  The lime-green light on the baby monitor remained still.  And I, as usual, didn’t pay attention to the movie.

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All Stories, Literally Reruns, Short Fiction

Literally Reruns – The Time My Dad Chewed out a Cop by James Hanna

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This Sunday Lelia Allison has chosen a story by a regular contributor and friend of the site – James Hanna and well and his Dad I guess – this is what she said:

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All Stories, Writing

Week 216 – Pub Discussions, Headlines And Funny Tasting Orange Juice.

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Here we are at Week 216.

The weeks are fair flying by. This time tomorrow it will be a fortnight on Monday!

I looked for something interesting about the number 216 and I found that it was a Harsad Number. I checked that out and wish I hadn’t, don’t look folks, it really isn’t worth it!

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