Tag: Stories
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The Sin Bin
I’ve been a news journalist and editor then a non-fiction book editor for a very long time. This might explain why I rebel against concision in my fiction. Among my sins are overwriting and over-plotting. Enough about me, here’s are the screw-ups that never made it to their nascency. Rather than forget them, I thought…
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Don’t call him Satan
You snake! You dog! You dirty snitch. My brother’s got 15 years in prison because of you…
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The Fat Man
Then he stripped to red-ochre painted nakedness and drank a bottle of gin to wash down a rattle of amphetamines.
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You All Know Who You Are!
What she said added to my later tears but there were so many of those and their reasons flowed into each other so easily that I can’t distinguish their flow today.


