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True Love

“My love for you is like this flower.” Alicia held it up Liam like an Olympic torch to the flaming bowl.

“It’s a dandelion.” He backed off a step, almost tripping over the back step of
Sally’s house.

Alicia advanced on him. “It survives the hottest days of Summer or the depths of Winter. It will not die, but ever, eternally, longingly continue. All it needs is the water of your returned affection.”

“You already know I love Sally.”

“But”

“No buts.” Sally came out the back door. She leaned forward and blew.

Dandelion fluff scattered all over the yard.

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Tropical Vacation

Marge and Jane bumped into each other in the Atlanta airport.

“Hey, Marge! Where have you been? I’m just flying home after a wonderful vacay in the Bahamas. Sun, surf, and cabana boys. I’m bringing home so much rum my suitcase is gurgling. How about you?” She arched one eyebrow with a superior smirk.

“Costa Rica – a resort West of Liberia.” She just smiled.

“Oh my word! Look out the window. Is that SNOW? In Atlanta?”

Marge gave it barely a glance. She already knew what she’d find back home in Montana.

“You may have got more sun, but I bet I get more snow.”

Marge caught herself and winced.

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The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Minimum Wage

Ted swore. The little wooden disk he’d just made split in half under the drill, flying off to hit the wall. That made three failures. Could he fill Ruth’s order in time? She hadn’t even argued over his ten dollar charge.

Ten minutes and an angry gardener chasing to get the branches. Five minutes running branches through the table saw but all day fixing the machine Five minutes on the grinder with twenty buttons lost and back to the saw. Varnish still to go. Did drying time count?

“I’m so glad I’m not a wage slave getting paid by the hour,” he told himself.

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After the Hurricane

“Hi, John. So this is your new place?”Ashley picked her way through the building debris. “I feel for you. It’s going to take a lot of work.”

“Too true.” John nodded.

“If only that pesky hurricane hadn’t hit last month…”

“Hurricane? No, that wasn’t what went wrong. It was the bank. They are foreclosing on me. I’m just here to make sure they get their money’s worth.” He hefted a sledgehammer.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Inside Joke

“Let’s ride the Whirly-Whirl!” Alicia pulled on Sally’s hand.

“You mean the Hurly-Hurl? No way. Let’s just go back to the bumper cars.”

“Come on. I’m tired of bumper cars. Besides. We always ride the Whirly-Whirl. It’s tradition.” Alicia tugged harder.

“Every time you sit on the inside I end up cleaning my clothes in the bathroom. The only way I’d ride that with you is if you sit on the outside.”

“Okay!”

Afterward Alicia wiped her mouth in mortification while Sally laughed.

“That was worth it,” Alicia giggled. “The expressions on the faces of the people coming toward us….”

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Suzie’s House 518 : In the Intersection of Hallways

Bruce caught sight of Emma in the halls of the high school. He just happened to glance to his left, down the T-intersection, to see her coming out of one classroom while he was heading straight toward another.

Though they went to the same school, they were on different tracks, so he hardly ever saw much of her. Or anyone else in the band. Her worst of all because she didn’t even have lunch with them.

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Dragon Bones

Every step the white knight took sent chiming accusations throughout the valley of dragon bones. The musical sound of bone under foot or clanking ribs hanging about his numb shoulders should have called a guardian. Last year the knight killed him.

Once he’d slain the last dragon, the knight entered the treasure room to find only a diary. It was written by a dragon. This year, having read the book, the knight came with a bouquet to pay homage.

If only he had known before he’d made a career of murder that dragons are people too.

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The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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Packing It In

True story. I did a mediocre job of packing for Iceland. True, it has the word Ice in the name, but it was also the middle of summer. I packed for March in Montana – lots of layers. I had a hat with me, but it wasn’t warm enough.

Everything in the tourist shops of Iceland is expensive! A set of lava coasters were $90. Handmade hats? Forget it. But I happened to run across a $8 Made-in-China beanie in a grocery store.

If the handmade had been $30 I’d have bought them instead. So much for enterprising Iceland.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Björn Rudberg

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And Her Response?

“Is this winter colder than last? I think it’s colder.” Liam shivered, reaching for a sweater.

“The thermostat is set for 65,” Sally assured him. “Mom says we’re already paying twice as much for heat as before.”

“It’s the inevitable dying of our world. Not just the coming climate change,” he held up a hand to stop any interruptions. “Our sun is becoming a dark, cold, red giant. It’s the ticking, ticking, ticking of a universe fated to falter into ever lasting darkness,”

“Here. I’ll turn on a light. Maybe that will make you feel better.”

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The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Well, What Do You Know?

Ken sneaked up while Marge flipped through the print out of accounts receivables. Sometimes her job at the Bitterroot Mercantile felt like charity work. If they weren’t distant relations, there’s no way she’d go through all this for Ken.

“Hey, where was that one taken?” He pointed at her monitor where her personal photo screensaver rolled. “Must be a Hollywood set. I mean, really – ice on the trees but the grass is so green? How stupid do they think we are?”

“That was taken out front yesterday, Ken.” She said nothing about stupidity.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Desperate Measures

Marge had seen bathrooms of all kinds all over the world. There were the ones on a train in China with only two foot shaped stands and an oblong hole in the floor. There was one in France that sprayed your tush if you pressed a button. She would even count bushes alongside the road. This took the cake.

“Are you sure it’s hooked up?” Marge asked Sally.

“Well, there’s no water, but there’s a pit under it. It’s better than your flooded apartment.”

“Alright, but can we do something about the cows watching?”

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The Photo Credit: What’s His Name

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Hot Stuff

The music and talking and general party mayhem was so loud that Anna was pretty sure no one else heard the sirens. She wouldn’t have, except she happened to be next to the window when the first fire truck screeched to a halt in the street far below.

“Fantastic party, Anna!”

“The best!”

“Hey everybody, let’s cheer for Anna! She’s on fire tonight!”

While her friends carried on, Anna muttered to herself:

“Lord I hope not.”

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The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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The Truly Special

Jane couldn’t wait to see the main attraction of the day. The tour guide said repeatedly that the angora goats they were petting now weren’t so special, and the yaks were common as dirt in Mongolia. What was really worth their time would come later. It was going to be even bigger than the statue of Genghis Khan! It turned out to be a department store.

“What makes this so special,” Jane asked.

“It’s the tallest building in Mongolia. 15 whole stories!”

Jane’s New York City apartment was on the 31st floor. She groaned.

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The Photo Credit: Marie Gail Stratford

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Shattered

The vase shattered. Ruth was so sure of her grip, and yet the evidence was irrefutable. She rubbed her arthritic old hands thoughtfully.

“Oh no! How horrible!” Inga scuttled out of the kitchen. “Don’t move! I’ll get that cleaned up right away.” The maid brought a broom.

Ruth considered how long she could hold off before putting out another one of Ted’s ugly vases and how soon she should call the doctor. Ruth bit her lip.

“No need to be so upset. It’s just a vase. I don’t know why you want all these things anyway.”

“I’m just a material girl.” Ruth smiled sweetly.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sarah Ann Hall

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Sleepy Hollow Take 2

Old man Matheson flicked his rod, letting the line out fast so the floater could land in the river’s current. That should get the hook and fly into the eddy far enough away that his daughter’s shouts wouldn’t disturb the fish.

Not that it mattered. Really, he should probably shout back to her, calling her to enjoy this glorious sunset. But sunsets were for quiet, and thinking of all the times you were too foolish to take them in, and quiet wasn’t her style.

It didn’t use to be his, either. Even now he was busy fishing, never quite able to achieve stillness. Still, the sun set. His daughter shouted. He flicked.

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The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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