A Very Short Story (Camisole)

Bridget washed her camisole even though it was still clean. Mrs. Nelson’s son was home from college and she knew he could see her laundry line.

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A Very Short Story (Proposal)

Michael forgot he had practiced his proposal to Kate on his own answering machine.

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A Very Short Story (Pumpkin)

He put his hands on hers. His fingers were strong and knew the way. “This is how you play Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater,” he whispered.

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A Very Short Story (89)

By the time I blew up the 89th balloon I didn’t care if Grandma had a happy birthday.

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A Very Short Story (Grace)

“You say the grace, Bobby, not me. I made this meal and now you can pray over it.”

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A Very Short Story (Patio)

Davey finally got the tap shoes for his birthday. He ran across the carpet to the sliding glass door and out onto the patio.

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A Very Short Story (Greedy)

He held the popcorn in his lap between two greedy women, but he wasn’t worried he’d get his. He was ambidextrous and bipolar.

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A Very Short Story (Eat)

“No,” she said. “I want you to eat it.”

 

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A Very Short Story(Touch)

Katelin leaned over the bridge and sobbed. She reached her hand out to the flowing river she couldn’t touch.

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A Very Short Story (Bitty)

Frannie followed her best friend’s gaze. “Hon, are you sure? That’s an awful lot of man for little bitty you.”

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