Tag: Grief
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Night Flight
Flying at night was so different than flying during the day. It was an obvious fact if you stopped to think about it but so few people did. That was probably because most people weren’t pilots. If you were flying by instruments it didn’t change too much about how you navigated. Most of the time…
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To Grandmother’s House We Go
(Photo by Los Muertos Crew) “Over the river and through the woods,” Sani sang quietly to himself in the backseat of his family’s car, “to grandmother’s house we go.” His mom hummed along absentmindedly while she drove. It was just the two of them in the car. There should have been three in the car…
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What We Carry
(Photo by Pixabay) Traffic was unusually slow this morning. The highway wound like a ribbon of lights, red from behind and white from in front, as taillights and headlights crept along. Exhaust from the countless combustion engines rose up like fog before quickly vanishing beneath the early morning sunlight. Every once in a while a…
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Carrying Tabatha
(This story was inspired by Hugo Simberg’s painting “Wounded Angel”) Henry looked in the bathroom mirror. His hair was done up, his suit and tie were crisp, and the small rose bud pinned to his lapel added a bit of color to the otherwise monotone look. As he turned his head from side to side…
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To Get and to Give
Chesarai lay on her bed, sweat making her skin shine and dampening her clothes. She was still breathing but it was irregular and fitful. Most families in the village had lost someone to the sickness that had struck their community little over a week ago. As Hesh looked on her mother she knew it wouldn’t…
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Snow Fall
Dionne was still in a state of mild shock and disbelief. She sat in her car for a long while, looking at the house across the street, her dad’s house, dreading going in. The first sign that something wasn’t right had been the fact that the yard hadn’t been mowed in quite some time.…
Bridge of Broken Glass 