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The Doctor Is On The Lift

I skied over to the bottom of the lift, timing my speed so that I could ski right past the “wait here” line and up to the loading line without stopping. Done right, you come to a smooth stop right…

It’s In The Can, Man

My god, you’re always losing focus. First you’re distracted by the seals, now by the group of girls, all dressed up and on their lunch break. You shake your head and check the split time on your watch. Not too…

Riverwalk – Subtext Prompt

“I hope this is good, I mean, I heard it was. It’s been awhile so I want you to enjoy it” “You’re so sweet,” she squeezed his hand. He looked away from her, making believe he was checking out the…

Reindeer Socks

They climbed up through the mountains along the snow covered highway. Rocks draped in ice falls; they got snow early and then held it all the way through spring. The SUV had AWD and it was handling fine though he…

Better

Would that her lips would always sparkle and shine red Would that she always smelled like lilac and rose petals Would that her mood was always sweet and gentle Would that nails were never chipped Would that she could always…

The Fan

It hummed along in the corner, an indiscrete presence. It was old and rickety and possessed of a bad temperament. When it worked, which ironically tended to be on cooler days, it serenaded it’s fellow occupants with a symphony of…

High Maintenance

Hugo had warned Tom. All his friends warned him. He’d be sorry. She was materialistic, she lived for nice things, her nails had to be perfect and god forbid she’d leave home dressed in non-designer clothes. While they were still…

In The End

In the end. It won’t matter. That’s a lock. You can hustle. You can flex. Live your best life. But the only thing, Will be the one, The person, Holding your hand. © Glenn R Keller 2021, All Rights Reserved

Zero Degrees of Separation

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

“The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day”* We’ll call her Judy. Not her name but if you’ve been around Indianapolis for 30 years or so you’ll remember her. She looked like a news anchorwoman because, well, that’s…

Cold and Alone

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Image by Hong daewoong from Pixabay . I don’t ride in the cold Because I’ve had to ride in the cold . Past darkened, brooding buildings Full of oblivious, sleeping people Past the darkened warehouses Past the darkened firehouse .…

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