Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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Dalias dream

Dalia’s Dream Another hot dry desert day. Not a cloud in the azure blue sky….. Dalia dropped to her bed… exhausted from the heat… and felt the coolness of the air conditioner pour over her…[…]

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The weekend

Jack had just gotten into his front door when it started to rain. It wasn't hard but as soon as he closed the door it came down hard with lightning and thunder to boot. Perfect[…]

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My cousin

So here I was. On my way to a boring family reunion. The only people I knew who were going to be there were my uncle and his 2 sons. His 2 sons were about[…]

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At my desk

Desk I made it a habit to get to the office earlier than the others. There were really good reasons for it, some were work related but most were because of her. And when she[…]

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