short-story
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She hung the white dress on its satin hanger in front of a window, using the morning light to inspect every detail. The delicate Italian lace overlay cast intricate shadows across the walls. She ran her fingers up and down the tiny silk wrapped buttons that fastened the bodice of the gown. It was exquisite…
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He called from a speakerphone as he sat in his minivan on the curb in front of a large estate inside the gated community just outside of LA. The shiny black vehicle sported a slick wrap photo featuring a smiling woman sitting on a large satin bed. She was dressed as a princess with one…
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The funeral was on a dreary fall day. Dark skies were streaked with grey clouds, sending down a fine mist of icy rain. She tried to stifle her cries, but the more she tried, the worse it got. She felt her cheeks flush as other attendees turned to look her way. Henri had passed suddenly…
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The buyout was a long time coming but that didn’t soften the blow when it was finalized. They had resisted and spent thousands of dollars they didn’t have on a lawyer to fight the case for keeping their business. However, the slick buyers came in hard and fast. They knew a goldmine when they saw…
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Lying on his back against the cool marble floor, the bloated old man stared at a gilded ceiling. While admiring the crystal and gold leaf chandelier overhead, a cold sweat broke out over his face as he realized he had fallen. His body felt heavy and oddly disconnected. He moaned, but nothing came out. He…
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Lately life feels heavy. Things are not “great again” whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, more like “worse than ever”. Since laughter is good medicine, I thought I’d write about a happier time. Hard to believe that the pandemic could ever be referred to as a “happier time.” But for me, in many…
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Over time my sales listings dwindled and the apartment was looking much less cluttered. Early one beautiful Sunday morning, I looked around and saw the large plate glass mirror that had been mounted on the wall for my makeup station. Since pandemic, I’d had it removed, but it had been leaning against a wall since,…
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This morning I woke up from a dream so powerful that it continued running through my mind as I got out of bed. In the dream, I had gone to a large modern estate made of clean cut light slab marble, almost like a museum or institutional setting, but without any windows. I was there…
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In a hotel suite, Maya, an elderly woman, awaits breakfast while being cared for by Jenny. As the morning unfolds, Jenny shares lighthearted moments with a hotel porter named Jay, who brings breakfast. The interaction highlights Maya’s frailty and longing for connection amid Jenny’s internal struggle with her own sacrificed life.
Lost Art of Mystery 