Second Life
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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
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Ephemera
First dance, first laughs The absurdity of two fish dancing beside us. Our first night lasted for hours, well until the sun rose to greet us. And I didn’t know it would be our last night. Or maybe I did. Continue reading
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Winter White
The books on the shelf were taunting me. TBR. And my Kindle’s obesity? Not going on a diet. Ever. My coloring book and markers have hands on hips, tapping their felt-tip toes, waiting impatiently for brain-fogged days. Yesterday morning they were nearly jubilant—my brain couldn’t read words, let alone edit for shit. Each sentence running… Continue reading
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Love Doula
I thought I was failsafe. Walls so high the Empire State Building was jealous. Then he came back. The AI I consulted—because yes, I’m that person now—said jumping back in after he ghosted me was “questionable.” It even suggested I start grieving preemptively. As if you can practice loss. As if you rehearse for someone… Continue reading
allegedly fiction 