Category: short stories
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Perfect Grounds
I shuffle into the kitchen and turn on the microwave light. It is all the light I can handle while trying to wake up. I am looking forward to my first cup of coffee, the pod kind. Water and pod. Check.Slam lid shut. Check.Place my colorful, thin-rimmed, mug under the spout. Check. Push start.It doesn’t…
Heidi Viars
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Dreads and Bulky
I was in a hurry. Annoyed, I weaved my cartful of groceries around the man and his dog. Both stood right by the exit of the big box store. What an odd couple at an odd place. He was thin and tall, thirty-something. Long, black dreads fell into a dark and deeply scared…