Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Hummmm

He walked in at 7:30 a.m. for coffee. Almost every day. She made it black, “Navy black.” He had grown accustomed to its dark thickness. It was how he and his father had drank it at the racetrack. Years were … Continue reading

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The Hummmm

He walked in at 7:30 a.m. for coffee. Almost every day. She made it black, “Navy black.” He had grown accustomed to its dark thickness. It was how he and his father had drank it at the racetrack. Years were … Continue reading

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Skipping Stones

When did she get old? ┬áHe sat silently, on the downslope of the bank, a lisp of an edge. Small rocks jagged the river, shunting brown water through small gaps cycling where it came together just before the bend downstream. … Continue reading

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