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Me and the Kid –
It took days for me to wake up. It began with a headache. The headache of my life. Gradually, my eyes opened to a world fuzzy around the edges. Everything was black and white. Only black was white and white was black. Like a – what do you call it? – an old time photo film negative.

I couldn’t see much, but I could tell there was no one in the room but me. No one until the Kid walked in. I knew it was him. Nobody walked like the Kid.

1987 June – The Meeting

To say I meandered onto the veranda would be too corny. But meander I did. To the veranda. To bask in the early morning sun. A shadow carrying two coffees passed across my face. Through slits, I recognized Gerry and hoped he didn’t see my start. I smiled. “Hello.” “Do we know each other?” “No.…

Fool’s Lake

Monday’s Finish the Story begins with:  “Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.” “I must help him.” With desperate perseverance, Julia found an old entrance into the dungeon. Edwin stumbled under the weighty yoke. Again, the whip stung his back. Later, her urgent whisper woke him. “Edwin. Shhh.” She…

1989 October (1)

“Hello?” “Darling. It’s Gerry.” “Whoever you are, it’s three a.m.” “It’s Gerry.” “Gerry? Really? You in the States?” “No. Berlin. The Wall is coming down.” “What wall?” “The Berlin Wall, Darling. I’ll be home soon.” “Home?” “Northampton.” “Oh.” “Is there a chance for us?” “A year ago, you ran out on our wedding. It was…

The Light on the Maze

He waited. A year ago, the shaft of light pulled Elspeth from her wheelchair imprisonment. She extended her immovable arm, clasped the proffered, welcoming hand and ascended into the ether. Fascinated, he watched.  Afterward, every evening, he parked his wheelchair at the bottom of the garden labyrinth. He waited. At last, choruses of harped music emanated…

Diamond Jack

This story develops from the following first sentence: “Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River.” It burned to the ground in ‘aught six.  Today, we received the following: Dear —– Our beautiful forest setting sports a new gem, dubbed Diamond in the Rough. You and your family are cordially invited to join…

Uncle Hiram’s Will

The sole male child born to our family in three generations was Uncle Hiram. In more than a hundred and twenty-five years since, no male children followed. In accordance with our ancient family history, male ascendancy placed our esteemed uncle in the “catbird seat.” Whether fair or unfair, by default, our childless Uncle H inherited…