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The room is dark and smells of disinfected pee with a hint of vanilla. Eleanor Barney must be here. Most of us have been wheeled into places and parked facing the screen but younger people with red ears are crowded onto folding chairs, noisy with outdoor talk, coats in their laps. Read the rest of this entry »

I don’t know this man across the table but if we’re dating, I’m a reasonably lucky woman, depending on my age, my looks. I don’t know much. A plate of eggs and bacon before him, scrambled soft, I believe they call it and nearby, toast in uneven stacks, so the meal is underway. Is this breakfast? Read the rest of this entry »

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    This is a close relative of a Very Short Novel titled Short for Family from 20 years ago. The revisions…

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    This is a close relative of a Very Short Novel titled Red Water from 30 years ago. It's different enough,…

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    Interesting piece which touches on many aspects of getting old especially the part where we don't fit anymore. Having worked…

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    This is a close relative of an early post titled Something Delicious from 20 years ago. This revised version is different enough,…

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