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Groceries
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on February 14th, 2005
The cashier stood waiting with the woman’s change, awkward and too close. The people in line strained to hear. The store became quiet. Aisles held their breath.
Under a Full Moon
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on March 22nd, 2004
“I think that when they first met,” he whispered, “the Moon fell in love with the Earth. Madly, like I did for your great-grandma, and like your dad did for your mom.”
True Love Waits
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on January 21st, 2003
You look up. It’s KF. He’s reading Tom Robbins’ Skinny Legs and All. Sensing your attention, his eyes come off the page and find you: your face, your hair, your lips. He’s not looking at you, he’s tasting you. And when he settles into your eyes, it’s as though a Christmas cracker has gone off, and you are each holding an end.
The Snowy River Game
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on April 10th, 1999
They offer their attention now for ours later, when there will be wine and dark and the light of a foreign moon. An ancient and civilized compromise.
Loora
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on March 23rd, 1999
The popping of bedsprings as I moved my legs over the side of my bunk, the heavy thump as I dropped down beside her. Someone would wake. Foil an espionage of flesh.
Four Men
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on March 15th, 1999
We agree on English, so that we will all know a few words, how to apologize. We speak slowly, pause often, move our hands, look at each other, smile.
Cricket, Aussie-style
Posted by yoursinwriting in Stories on March 13th, 1999
We met for breakfast here in King’s Cross, then she gave me a driving tour of some of the more renowned areas of the city (some more than once–one way streets can be confusing).
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