Posted on January 12, 2009 by MJ Twain
My toes are frozen. Sneakers don’t hold snow out, jeans invite it in. Wind shoots down my neck where there used to be a hood. If I get out of this, I won’t remove another hood ever again. I don’t care if it does look lame.
I don’t know how I’ll get back into the car. [...]
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Posted on August 10, 2008 by MJ Twain
He opened his eyes to a bright, foggy space. A silhouette came toward him. It was a child of about eleven years. He had red shaggy hair, green eyes, and a ready smile. Freckles were splashed across his nose and cheeks.
“Andy?”
It had been over thirty years since he saw his brother.
“Hey Bro. Missed ya.”
Small arms [...]
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Posted on August 10, 2008 by MJ Twain
Emily had wanted a storybook day. She would have had the event at Disney World if it weren’t so expensive. Still, she and her mother were a dream team of planning. Although she didn’t wear a tiara, Emily was a princess, and Sherman her prince. They rode away in a white carriage pulled by a [...]
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Posted on August 9, 2008 by MJ Twain
“Help’s on the way,” the man said. He spoke in a gentle voice. “They’ll be here any minute.
Sherman tried to nod, but his neck was too sore. Whiplash. He’d heard of it but never experienced it. At least the pain was fading in his chest and belly. It must have been like the hits he [...]
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Posted on August 8, 2008 by MJ Twain
The world shrank into that moment. Time stretched as the car was pushed in a direction Sherman had never experienced. He was vaguely aware of bending to his right and hitting his head on something. Still, the car moved sideways. It was eternal and quick, over before his soul caught up.
Movement ceased. Sherman couldn’t breath. [...]
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Posted on August 7, 2008 by MJ Twain
Sherman was on the way home from a guilty pleasure. His wife only consented because she knew how much it meant for him to do it. A middle-aged man had no business going to ice-skating lessons, as Emily saw it. It wasn’t like he planned to learn jumps or even spins. No, he wanted to [...]
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