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She was never my girl until you took her and now that I will never get her back, I have reclaimed her. Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
Thank you so much, anhinga. This story, written 20 years ago, seems prophetic now. —David
"The town we all grew up in has been gone so long! We never thought its undertow could be so strong."…
This Very Short Novel is a close relative of Monkey at the Piano from almost 20 years ago. I'm certain…
So glad to hear it, anhinga! I returned to your site for your entertaining backgrounder on the nature of the…
Very Short Novels 
This Novel is a close relative of The Question from more than 25 years ago. I've edited it substantially and…