Chewing on Fear A woman with a small baby bump was hitting the treadmill; each step was like a rhythmic pat echoing in the gym. “And stop,” The trainer by her side said. He pressed the button, and she began to slow down. “Excellent work Shima,” he said, offering a washcloth. “It’s Mrs. Anderson,…
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The lungfish was eyeing Howard, staring at his shiny, bloody shoulder. Ralf, with one hand, used the mop like a spear keeping it between the beast and his friend. He noticed that looking at the spotted and striped creature and seemed to have an upward curving mouth. It was as if the beast had…
The days we hate start with the alarm clock. Every day we work, we have to flip the switch the night before. It is a small thing, flipping the switch, but it is the start of the stupid small stuff one has to do for a job. Not a career, not something fulfilling. A…
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