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Friday Morning at Dr. Chan’s Office

by Dan Berick On Friday she will wrench you,unceremoniously, from the pink bedwhere you have spent your life in unobtrusive duty this half century or so. Your world ends with a brisk tug that I’ll only vaguely noticethanks to the doctor’s skill(and benzodiazepine).And then you’re gone forever. Next, the months of slow replacement:scattered…

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First Sunday Home

by Chris Cottom As the motorcar crunches across the driveway of Tauntfield House, my sister, Edith, explains that the maids and our few remaining male servants are lined up on the left, with our parents at the door. She instructs me to take her arm, which I do as far…

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Babyland

by Nolo Segundo My wife and I  went to say hello to her mother and put flowers on her grave and as it was such a vivid day shining like life’s most  poignant dream (youknow, that feeling  you only get in late  autumn as the last reluctant leaves  finally fall and old man winter sends hints of his coming harsh arrival), I suggested we go for a…

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Image by HeungSoon from Pixabay

Friday Morning at Dr. Chan’s Office

by Dan Berick On Friday she will wrench you,unceremoniously, from the pink bedwhere you have spent your life in unobtrusive duty this half century or so. Your world ends with a brisk tug that I’ll only vaguely noticethanks to the doctor’s skill(and benzodiazepine).And then you’re gone forever. Next, the months of slow replacement:scattered…

read more...

Image by Kev from Pixabay

First Sunday Home

by Chris Cottom As the motorcar crunches across the driveway of Tauntfield House, my sister, Edith, explains that the maids and our few remaining male servants are lined up on the left, with our parents at the door. She instructs me to take her arm, which I do as far…

read more...

Image by Margaret Van de Pitte from Pixabay

Babyland

by Nolo Segundo My wife and I  went to say hello to her mother and put flowers on her grave and as it was such a vivid day shining like life’s most  poignant dream (youknow, that feeling  you only get in late  autumn as the last reluctant leaves  finally fall and old man winter sends hints of his coming harsh arrival), I suggested we go for a…

read more...