Wednesday, May 25, 2016


       Chandler always got what she wanted, including her cherry-red Lamborghini, a gift from an Arab prince.  Balenciaga, Givenchy—only the most expensive brands would do. She wore Mikimoto pearls tonight, to accent a black Oscar de la Renta gown. It was premier night at the Cannes Film Festival, and she was alone.     
       Her leading man was gorgeous, but married. She wasn’t about to break up the happy home.  
      “Who am I kidding?” she said aloud, punching up his number on her cell phone. “Hello, handsome,” she purred. “Where are you?”
       “Downstairs, at the bar.”
       “I’m bored. Come on up.”

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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Beware of Bears!

        Lost in the forest, Goldie was relieved to find a cabin. She knocked and the door swung open. Cobwebs clung to the windows. Mice scattered across the floor. No one had been there for a long time.
        Her gaze went to the table. The dusty, old book was sitting there, just begging to be read. It was a hand-written journal kept by a forest ranger thirty-two years ago. She opened to the last page, wondering if he had explained why he’d abandoned the cabin.
        “Sighted three grizzly’s today. Mamma bear and cubs. Must be careful not to disturb them.”

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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

True Love

        George Wilson fell in love with Myrtle Hastings the first time he saw her one fateful morning in September, 1941, in Social Studies class. She had a twinkle in her eye that let him know she liked him, too. They dated every weekend, and on Halloween they shared their first kiss.
        On December 7th, the world turned upside down. George joined the Marines and Myrtle worked in an airplane factory. She wrote to him every day.
        Two years later, George came home on crutches. Myrtle met him at the station. Her eyes met his, and the twinkle was still there.

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