Stories tagged “sign”
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Hideaway and Lullaby
“Pity,” Miss Schumann signed, frowning in a good-natured way. Harold made his cross face and signed back, “What?” Smiling as she looked around Harold’s room, his new room, his perfectly sound-proofed room, “You regai...
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Moving parts
The coffee shop across the plaza had looked warm and inviting from her window. A pink and blue neon sign, that she’d not quite been able to make out hung in the steamed window, from which yellow light poured warmly onto the shiny, rain drenched c...
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Quiet Noise, Uncomfortable Unsilence
I used to try convincing him to stay, throwing out signs for friend, swing, play, dirt, and whatever else I thought might or should interest a nine year old. It’s no use though. There’s really no talking to him when he gets like this. The c...
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Loose Chippings
The quaint names of lovely rural England draw you to them, late on in a fresh summers day as the mind wonders on your long sleepy journey through the English countryside. Little Missenden, Walters Ash, Handy Cross, Wiversfield Green, their spires and c...
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Slow Children (signs challenge)
I would pull over and watch for them. I wanted to know who they were before I continued on. Often, they were like squirrels, they would turn and dart back the wrong way, the longer way, and you could squash them flat on accident. It was best to stop an...
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They Know
He ducked back inside quickly – the sound of sirens wailing off into the distance. It had been three days since he’d discovered the awful truth – that they knew about his operations, his little schemes; and were coming to get him. He ...
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Deer Crossing
“But Bambi, I…” Faline stammered, eyes wide and tearful. “Times change. Needs change,” Bambi said cooly. Thumper chuckled and flicked his cigarette against an oak, watching if it would spark the detritus among the roots. E...
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Sale Weekend
I like meandering by little neighborhoods, especially during the summer. Several times some of the houses, or indeed the entire neighborhood, will drag an enormous amount of unwanted knick-knacks or flat-out junk, semi-organize it with some coherency, ...
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Falling Rocks
Officer Stern arrived at the scene promptly. As the cop in a town with a population of 102, he didn’t usually have much to do but sit around and eat donuts at Manny’s Diner. But today was different: today, he had received a call from a newc...
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The Sign Revealed
As he strained his eyes at the vault above tears formed from the effort. Without rhyme or reason, some part of him was actually hoping for a shooting star. He cursed himself for the cheesiness of the feeling which only renewed the desire to end his lif...
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Man on the Corner
Man on the corner Where did you go Tattered sign and all Shabby clothes to make the look Forlorn look In the pouring rain Man on the corner Where did you go Life seems to beat The sould from its shell Left as a husk No move left to make Life in the ba...
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Momentary Drag: June 12 2010
Repeat Please The sign flashed in a neon blaze a couple of millimeters away in my sight. Repeat Please It flickered, momentarily allowing the blank space behind my eyes to cool before appearing again. It seemed my time had run out. Repeat Please “...