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March 2, 2014: Sometimes they got like this.

Miss Betty sighed deeply as she navigated her rusty pickup through the stone gates of the mansion. It’s a good thing Alvin wasn’t sitting next to her today, because when his wife sighed like that he liked to watch her rich brown breasts expand out of the neckline of her cotton wash dress and shine like two plump garden aubergines. 737 more words

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March 31, 2014: She couldn’t swim.

Water terrifies her, the beguiling blue of it, the cool caress to her ankles her as she walks down the shore’s edge. Lies, the sea is filled with lies—she knows this as surely as she can see the shadow in the summer moon. 147 more words

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March 25, 2014: Someone left it behind.

The child saw it first.

“Look, Momma,” she cried.  “A present! Someone left me a present because tomorrow is my birthday!”  The toddler fairly danced her way over to the corner of the subway platform beside the escalator, chubby arms churning to speed her along.  372 more words

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March 29, 2014: Whenever they got together…

That’s the pappy, Billy, settin’ in the middle of the picture.  And that’s Lem, on the far left, with the tattoos on his arms.  The rest well, I cain’t keep ‘em straight, never could.  558 more words

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March 23, 2014: They were in love.

“I don’ know what to do wid dat chile, I surely do not,”  Miss Betty said, lowering her considerable body into my rattan armchair. “I surely would ‘preciate an ice tea,  Miss Judith.  634 more words

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Society On The Sole Of My Shoes

Beware! I feel a rant coming on…

Coming out of my house yesterday morning, unashamedly sitting there waiting on me at the end of our little path was a cheeky little dog turd.If I had a dog, or if any of my near neighbours do then I could mark it down as just being ‘one of those things’ but none of us do, in fact there are possibly only a couple in our street of exactly 100 houses. 524 more words

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March 21, 2014: Sometimes Mom dropped us off.

When I was a little girl, my daddy worked in a magical place as the  manager of an appliance store filled with gleaming, shiny machines which did all sorts of things: they grated, ironed, washed clothes, toasted bread, played music—tasks which had done by hand before could now be automated, made easier, and performed in far less time than people ever dreamed possible. 619 more words

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