flash fiction
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Chill Factor
She would love this view tonight,” he thought to himself, eyeing the view from his desk. “I might record it for her to see later. Ah my love, my lady who is never home. Sometimes I wonder if it’s your absence that makes me love you more. Continue reading
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Heads and Tails at Red Dawg’s
Paul was already there when we pulled in. Forty years and the sonofabitch still looked the same. I’d gone gray at the temples. Frizzy hair that couldn’t make up its mind between aging well or just giving up. Paul never changes. That’s the deal. Continue reading
