“I forgive you.” Shelly pressed her hands together in prayer, or Namaste, Zane couldn’t be sure. She bowed, deeply, like the Japanese. “You forgive me? That’s rich.” Zane stepped backward. “I know you didn’t mean it the way it came out.” Shelly’s beatific smile was real. Zane could see that. Not a hint of irony or sarcasm. “Shelly, …
  He wakes on his back in the grass. The searing sunlight! Hot as proverbial hell. Poking through the blades – the forked tongue of his confessor. ——————   The immensely talented Jayne of inJaynesworld has challenged us to write the hint of a story in 25 words. Open to anyone with a blog willing to give it a go! Try …
    “It’s ok Billy.” Billy did not resettle himself at Jeannette’s feet. Instead, he leaned against her right leg. She held his leash, not his harness, so he was not “working,” in the parlance of service animals. Jeannette breathed in the loamy scent of his fur, still damp from the rain shower that had escorted them to the Library …
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.” Ivan Panin Jeannette   “I was not born blind.” Jeannette “Mad Dog” Heeley confided this to Carrie as they stood at the wall, out of whispering range, apart from the few patrons inside the carpeted Reading Area, Braille volumes on their laps, fingertips gliding silently across the white pages. …
  I was fourteen on the night I was bushwhacked by my father as he sat sipping his Seagrams 7 and 7-Up in the unlighted living room. I tiptoed downstairs in the dark with the intent of reaching the basement, where the television lured with its single channel, WGAL-TV 8 (NBC). (In our household WGAL entertained, including our mother, seven …
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