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Rescuing Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, I got really bored.  So I stooped to calling my ex of a week ago.

He said, “Nevermore.”

I texted half a dozen friends.

None responded.  It was, after all, Saturday night.

I paced.  I fretted.  I recklessly left my place without as much as my coat.

The cold slapped me with a moment of clarity; a voice within me said, “Go back home, you April Fool!”

I ignored it.

“Need some company, little girl?”

Of all the ridiculous lines.  Man sounded like he was eighty if he was a day.  What was I wearing anyway?  I looked down.  Oops!  Not much.

“Need to borrow my coat, little girl?”

Now that wasn’t a bad idea.  I felt a coat being wrapped around my shoulders.  It smelled of cheap alcohol.  At least cheaper than the shit I’d been slugging away all night.

“This way, little girl…”

A beefy, heavy arm wrapped itself around my shoulders next.  We were approaching a dark alley.

I jerked away.  After all, even drunk out of my mind, I’m not a complete fool.

“You can trust me, little girl…”

“Yeah, sure.”  I threw the coat back at him.

“If you want to live, little girl, you better trust me…”

Didn’t think it was possible, but even the wind wasn’t as cold as those words.  Then I saw his face, oddly warm and pleading.  It was about then I sensed something even colder than his words behind me.

Just before I turned away from him, I saw resignation flood the face of the man with the coat, as he turned away from me.

I turned to see what was behind me and felt a shiver run through me as I looked into a smiling face that I knew wasn’t even human.

My last thought before the teeth and claws tore all thoughts from me was, “Nevermore.”


Really Russian

I must, must, must plug a great film it took me way too long to just randomly stumble across…in the hope that I can spare you the unthinkable tragedy of never knowing it exists!!!  I will disclaimer this 2007 Russian film called, simply, 12 by granting that it was a…
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Malleable Memories

Fancy at least the concept of more serious reading, while you know damn well you’re not about to give up the comfortably compelling tropes of genre writing?  Try Julian Barnes’ The Sense of an Ending.  A profound examination of all the ways our memories contribute to our self-deception is deftly…
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General Rantings

Liberty’s Law

I was born and have lived most of my life in a city with a huge, commodious harbor in which a tall statue of a woman holds a lit torch high to welcome all…especially whatever tired, poor, huddled, homeless masses arrive from wherever it is they come from.  Even the…
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General Rantings

Dangerously Deluded Democrats

Yes, we won.  On Friday, November 7th, I knew the minute it finally happened when I heard my whole neighborhood erupt with cheering like we used to do for the healthcare workers.  Pennsylvania, that I’d thought would take the weekend to finish ballot counting, had come through. Horns honked.  I…
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Flash Fiction

Terrible Trumpeting

Once upon a time, in a kingdom close at hand, the fairest in the land dropped her phone.  The glass shattered.  The phone pinged.  The Fairest picked it up and squinted at a now-unreadable text, presumably from the Real King.  Shrugging, she dutifully texted him back a thumbs up, only…
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