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Radio

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Drawing a deep breath, he clicked the button. As the mic came to life, so did the essence of Davey Krane.

“Boom! It’s 7:38 on this fine Thursday morning. That was ‘Muster the Cluster’ from the Dreadnaught’s latest ‘Callus Fingers, Callous Hearts.’ Something groovin’ to get you movin’. You have a chance to score tickets to their upcoming August show at the Spectrum right around the 10 o’clock hour, so duct tape yourself to your radio to make sure you don’t miss it. We’ve got lots of great stuff coming up including a check in with Deke Spiederman who is chillin’ poolside with the ladies from Margarita Castle – your number one stop for the best margaritas in town – be sure to check their super special summertime favorite the ‘Margarita El Stupendo!’ guaranteed to knock…you…on…your…burro. Also, Clancy Jane will chime in with the weather, and Sticks will come in and say some stupid stuff for which we will belittle him and send him on his way. It’s the first day of summer folks and it’s gonna be scorcher, but you’re only to get one this year, so you better get out there and live it up! Call in sick or call in healthy or just go MIA. It doesn’t matter. If you think things are crazy at work – go out and do something sane! Give yourself a day to look back on when your old. Just be sure to take WSPZ with you for all the very best music in the northwestern region. Don’t believe me? Spin the dial. You’ll be back. And we’ll be back… right after this…”

Click.

Fate

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It was a fleeting and near effortless gesture on his part.

He just decided, on the spur of the moment, to walk Cyndi the three blocks to Snyder’s deli over just giving her directions. He was sort of headed that way anyhow and there was that tricky turn near 4th. He didn’t know her, but what the heck? He also didn’t know that had he not come along, a desperate Maxton, sweaty with nervous panic, was ready to add robbery to his list of bad decisions in the form of Cyndi’s purse.

As the two left, M slid back into the alley shaking with a heavy breath and asking himself if this was really what he had become. A battle of conscience churned in his head, and he kicked and punched the nearby dumpster several times before hearing the tiny and timid whimper from the other side.

As he stepped around to the back and saw what took refuge there, the rage and indecision faded. His path seemed clearer somehow. And while new questions presented themselves, he could imagine answers, and the ripples that followed set the world, at least for the moment, on a more positive rotation.

Greener Grass

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Ellis hated selling things door to door. Every time someone opened the door to him – if they opened the door at all – and if they were at all interested in what he had to offer, he got a glimpse inside of how they lived. Something invariably caught his eye which stirred the smoldering coals of envy in his gut like a kick that let him know these strangers had to be living better lives than his. To which he would punish himself for all his life choices between one house and the next.

Bernice closed the door after listening politely to the salesman’s pitch. She didn’t want what he was offering, she never did, but sometimes it was nice to see a different face. A sad respite from the grind of her existence. He had a nice smile and what seemed like a quick wit and a pleasant demeanor. As the door clicked, she turned back to the chaos that was her own existence and with a sigh, silently punished herself for all her life choices. A man like that would never understand her circumstance. His had to be a much better and far easier life for sure.

Dog

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Ratagast was an unfortunate name for a dog, but when you looked him in the eye, it was clear that it was the only name that could fit. He would never be a Snoopy or a Clive, or Skipper or any other inane moniker humans seem to bestow upon their pets. Ratagast had his name and his eyes told you that if you ever called him something other than what he truly was, he would remember…and one day…he would hurt you for it.

Thank You Note

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On the outside of the card was a puppy sitting nose to nose with a kitten. On the inside it read:

Hey you, just a quick note to say thanks!

Thanks to the dedicated way you stick to your sense of correctness, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Thanks for the way you meddle. Thanks for always being there when the chips are down with a hearty, ‘I told you so.’ Thanks for never letting me forget any mistake I’ve made. Thanks for being oblivious to the obvious and blatant social cues others gently provide in order to help you correct your course. Thanks for knowing everything and sharing that knowledge with everyone…all the time. Thank you for the oh so many things you are…and aren’t, for whenever we’re together, and I don’t punch you in the face, it means I have found a deeper sense of understanding, forgiveness and fortitude within me that makes me a stronger person overall. Especially that time when I was carrying that 2 x 4.

So thank you.

Stay frosty.

Gamer

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Drew stepped out into fresh air with his high tech gaming remote and was ready to take on the world.

He prepared for this moment his whole life. Since he was very young, he had vanquished zombie hordes, saved kingdoms in peril, slew dragons and orcs and performed countless other deeds of daring do. But out here…in the real world, it didn’t take long to realize those skills did not translate well. He learned that no matter how fast his reflexes or how clever his strategy, life didn’t seem to respond the same as a game console. There were no bonus rounds, no power ups, no cheat codes or hidden clues. Life was much harder.

Sage

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Carter seemed hypnotized as Motts shared his sagely prognostications of the boy’s future.

Motts spoke of trials and tribulations, joys and frustrations. He spoke of love and heartache, friends and family and finally he gave a glimpse of what was to be Carter’s eventual end. Then Motts fell silent.

After a moment he whispered, “Please, put me back in the water.”

Carter shook himself from his daze. Unhooked the fish and dropped it back into the pond. As he gathered his stuff to leave, Carter turned back and shouted, “DUH! SPOILER ART!” And he stomped off, never to go fishing again.

Pressure

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This was a pickle.

Philly’s finger hovered over the ‘ENTER’ key as if it were hanging over the button that would trigger armageddon. His carefully crafted response was curt and direct, cutting but true, and clear beyond a shadow of a doubt regarding the matter Juniper raised – and that so many others felt free to join in on. It was true, and this time he had right on his side. Juniper had gone too far. She deserved this. And yet, his finger…hovered, suspended in time and space as his mind whirred.

Blinded

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After 12 hours of staring at a computer screen in a rather dull and lifeless hive of cubicles, Calliope stepped out into the brilliant afternoon sun.

The light and heat washed over her and she squinted so hard from the immediate impact that tiny tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Undaunted by the light, she forged ahead, her goal – to get as far away from this building and that computer as she could. Her eyes would adjust. She just needed to go.

As she made her way down the three short steps to the sidewalk, she failed to see the bicycle chained to the railing.

It was then that Calliope crashed to the ground.

Refresh

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Polly tapped ‘refresh’ over an over again losing count of the number of times, not that it mattered. Refresh. What mattered was the response. Refresh. From someone. Refresh. Anyone. Refresh. Why were the responses so slow in coming? Refresh. Was it her computer? Refresh. Was it the other users? Refresh. Being online was like candy, but better. Refresh. It was more like a super rich, super tasty, no fat, low cholesterol, no calorie, covered in chocolate, dipped in love, sprinkled with sunshine and nuts and topped with a cherry sort of candy. Refresh. Mind candy. Refresh. Refresh. Where was everybody? Refresh.

Twist

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Candy sat next the Billy a thousand, maybe a million times over the course of their…friendship? No, not friendship. They grew up together. To Candy, Billy was not so much a friend, but more an ‘accessory.’ Much like that familiar key ring, or that comfortable sweatshirt that just always seemed to be there.

But today, for no reason at all, when he nudged her with his elbow as he had done a thousand, maybe a million times, she grabbed his face and kissed him.

What?

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As the reality of the situation began to sink in, Bertrum realized two things almost immediately. One, there would be no time for all the witty retorts he had so carefully prepared for this moment. And two, there would be no good explanation for the lederhosen.

Future

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The far too distant sun rose to reveal a bleak and barren landscape. Marcus squinted into the icy wind, dreading another day in the cold, where he seemed to do nothing but work to live. Yes, he supposed, in the grand scheme of things, there was reason for his existence, but he couldn’t grasp it. And being a penguin, the options to make meaningful changes to his life and the way he lived it were few and fleeting.

Fate

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Today was supposed to be one of the most important days of his life.

He planned everything to the minute, yet now, for reasons he could not explain, he held two socks in his hands which clearly did not match.

It was all he had now.

And the crushing realization was that there was no time to alter the plan lest the whole house of cards come tumbling down.

So he drew a deep breath, slid the socks on and forged ahead.

For after all, that is who he was.