Sometimes an observation or a memory will trigger a short story. A writer writes.
- 📓Late One Summer
My Summer in a Gospel Group We were a small Southern gospel group — more garage band than anything polished. A keyboardist who carried the lead, a guitarist, a drummer, two other singers, and me. There was an older gentleman who’d sing a featured solo. Very moving. We weren’t great. But we had something. We… - 📓God of Life
Before I was born you knew me. You gazed on me with love and rocked me in the arms of hope. - 📓Two Knives
A short work about two confrontations—one involving steel, the other exposure—and what remains after the doors close. - 📓Death and Dying
Death: When I am gone and not alive, my exploits never told, I hope you remember me as I was, before I grew this old. - 📓A First Day I Won’t Forget
Shortly after I arrived, the placement agency that had sent me there called. They were apologetic. They told me they could reassign me immediately if I wanted out. I told them no. I would stay and complete the job.
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