Stories tagged “keys”
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The Choice of Flight
So my fist met his face, and I almost felt the need to apologize, like someone might if a dog jumped on a neighbor. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what my fist was doing. It never behaves like this. It won’t happen again. But was I sorry?...
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Relations with a Piano
It may sound peculiar to some, the idea of falling in love with one’s instrument. But there are others, those who have fallen themselves, who understand completely. There’s just something about the piano that I find enticing. Always has bee...
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O'er the Keys
I love to run my fingers o’er the keys, the ivories… Yep, same Irving Berlin song. Can I help it if the man’s got it? There’s something beautiful in the feel of ivory keys that synthetics & plastic simply can’t match. ...
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Whiteout, 02
Her Mom is on her cell to work so Kim’s sketching when the sleezebag walks in. A cop too, but cops aren’t all that – if you’ve got the uniform down you’re just doing variations on faces, so: boring. But a genuine done-time...
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Busted Hands and Red Paint
Joe had quick hands. Had. Running a brush across a piece of thick paper in slow, jerky lines, he gritted his teeth. Painting was good for him, part of his rehab. He sighed. He had worked hard for an obscure skill set. They’ll be back, he thought,...
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Dangerous Boundaries: A New Key
The young lord grimaced at the sound of his other name. “I told you not to call me that.” “Of course, I must have forgotten. Old age is setting in, you know.” Sirach mumbled, as he put the cup he’d been washing away. ̶...
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Where, or when?
He stood at the doorway, anxiously patting down his pockets while looking with wide eyes at the ground around him. “I can’t find the keys.” A somewhat bored and not quite disbelieving voice chirped over the headset “What do you ...
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Of Hair Rollers and Demonic Spells
With ten girls sitting around an altar that was until moments previously a Barbie Dream House, Edna intoned solemnly, “And now we shall perform the banishment ceremony.” During the dramatic pause, Stacy whispered to Amber, “Worst slee...