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The Meeting

The two great leaders met in the Arizona desert. Alone. No one in the President’s administration knew of this meeting. If word got out, his political enemies would ruin him, much as they had his father. But the risk of doing nothing were too great. Young Trump, as the President was affectionately known, watched as… Continue reading The Meeting

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Friday Fictioneers: 2024

The words litter the walls of my cubicle: Happiness is Productivity Every morning, I dive into bliss, glad to be fruitful. Robotics have replaced meaningful jobs and attending University is unattainable, except for the uber-wealthy. Fearing the words ‘welfare state,’ the Government creates jobs for workers like me, so we too stay productive. I am… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: 2024

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Friday Fictioneers: Blood Pact

It started as a childish prank. Go to the old Miller house and enter through the sunroom. The wooden desk stood in the corner. Nick your finger with a knife, just enough for a few drops of blood, and trace your initials on the desktop. The blood pack guaranteed a carefree adolescence, or minimally, a… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Blood Pact

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Sunday Photo Fiction: The Last Move

The Director held the phone in his hand and considered his next move. The events of the past few days unnerved him in ways he never thought possible. During his 25-year tenure with the agency, he had learned the secrets of the rich and powerful. He knew what men, and women, were capable of when push came… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: The Last Move

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Sunday Photo Fiction: The Empty Space

Siggy sat on the arm of the chair, mesmerized by empty space between the old steeple clock on the mantel and the ceiling above. Her tail switched fiercely and a guttural growl erupted from deep inside her throat. “What are you looking at Siggy-cat?” Tom and Charlotte loved their foster kitten and secretly hoped she… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: The Empty Space

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Pier Runner

“Shouldn’t we be getting back to the ship?”  Tony and I sat at the bar, finishing off the last of our frozen margaritas. I couldn’t remember how many I had today. We spent our day in Cozumel at one of those all-inclusive resorts with free-flowing booze and warm sea air. I was feeling fine, but… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: Pier Runner