C’mon, cough it up!


Hands on hips, furious, pleading, she is at the end of her rope. “I know you have it. It was here just a second ago, right on that coffee table.”

He looks up at her from their communal couch, brows raised, close mouthed, hands clasped and resting in his lap.

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A Song We All Know

campfireSilence all around, but for the slow creak of frogs from the moonlit marsh, and the crackle and sudden pop from the dwindling campfire.  A late night wind twined soothing fingers through the dark pines, but hesitated and hovered above the group gathered below.

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