Stories tagged “Jim”
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The Introduction
Melinda poured the coffee from the pot into two Christmas mugs, then brought the mugs to the table. The man gingerly took a sip from his mug and placed it on top of the kitchen table as Melinda sat down across from him. The room was silent once again. ...
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More Than A Wet T-Shirt Contest
“I need you to stand in the rain.” I was standing on Jim Johnson’s porch with a wall of water behind me. It was loud enough that I raised my voice to make sure he could hear me. “What? Why?” I yelled. “It’ll wa...
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Hide and Go Seek
“Ninety-nine. One-hundred. Ready or not here I come!” Jim yelled, opening his eyes. Cutting through the field, Jim looked for the tell-tale white of Ricky’s shirt. The corn stalks towered above him and bowed as he pushed his way throu...
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The Way Comes But Once
My backpack hung heavy in my hands as if it could anchor me to the ground. I moved like a ghost down the hall, stopping at each of our children’s rooms to peer in. Imagining their faces in the morning when they realized that they were alone broke...
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Silent Control
Jim closed the door to the interrogation room behind us. I blew across the top of my bloody knuckles, savoring the sting. “That could of gone better.” Jim said giving me a direct look. I shrugged. “He pissed me off.” “Ever...