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The next day was entirely different. Longer hours of sun were bringing the thaw. Victor had gone ice-fishing alone on the mostly frozen lake, not frozen enough where he had fallen through. Read the rest of this entry »
When our favorite couple decided to marry and chose for their date a Saturday in July already charged with bright significance, we had to insist, they couldn’t have it. Read the rest of this entry »
This is a close relative of a Very Short Novel titled Red Water from 30 years ago. It's different enough,…
Interesting piece which touches on many aspects of getting old especially the part where we don't fit anymore. Having worked…
This post is a close relative of a Very Short Novel titled Secret Bomb Club from 20 years ago. It's…
This is a close relative of an early post titled Something Delicious from 20 years ago. This revised version is different enough,…
Very Short Novels 
This is a close relative of a Very Short Novel titled Short for Family from 20 years ago. The revisions…