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With apologies and respect to the very talented Laurita, I too chose to write as Mr. Poe might write a 6S. I don't usually, in challenges, choose the same author as another, but I felt moved to offer this humble story in his honor.

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The slight was minor, in the eyes of the world, but in my eyes it was unforgivable: in one careless, boorish, mean spirited moment he dimmed the sun, soured the taste of sweet cold water, made the sound of a child's laughter grate the nerves, the smell of freshly… Continue

“Listen Vincent, if you don’t tell me everything and I mean everything… I can’t help you, so either you tell me everything you know or get the hell out of my life.”

The man’s sad brown eyes told me I’d gotten through to him: you could see a battle raging in the mind of Vincent Magenda, the man killed in the park last night; does he want me to find his killer or is keeping his secret more important than getting a little justice?

Vincent looked at me, swallowed hard and retold his story, this ti… Continue

The gift is in a box, with tacky red and green striped paper and matching red bow, tucked under the arm of a weary man with a brown wool cap pulled down over his quickly graying hair, shuffling up the steps of his son’s brownstone; he is finally, able to fulfill he wishes of a 9 year-old, boy that had grown up waiting for him.

The green and white toy truck, with big black tires and a Dinosaur on the side, is a toy that every little boy wants, deserves, even if he has to wait 20 years. The recip… Continue

The greatest perk of living by yourself is the ability to drink from the orange juice container without the benefit of a glass, or pants, or a shirt and slippers for that matter; imagine coming down the stairs, sans all of the above and as you are about to take a hearty swig of Florida’s best; you see some familiar eyes peering at you over the top of your refrigerator door; eyes that belong to someone that you thought was out of your life and had moved on; I’m sure your reaction would be the sam… Continue

The sheriff came and told me I was very lucky, not to be home when the gas ignited.

“Must have been a big leak, to fill the house with enough gas to level it.”

I sat stunned and agreed with him, “It must have been a big leak.”

It was only supposed to be a small fire; just enough to cause enough damage and allow… Continue