Jeremy Ray

Hope lay flopped over a lawn chair;  she had been there for hours  unable to move her limbs,  in the throws of a particularly awful depression.  All alone  until the fly plopped into the swimming pool. The green-tinted vermin swam circles even though it was doomed;  the pool was an ocean, yet it continued trying …

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While my stepdad placed his stuff into the truck,  I wanted to say so many things.  That I’d miss the baseball games and his ghost stories.  I wanted to thank him for remembering my birthdays  when my dad and sometimes even Mom forgot.  I wanted him to know that, though Mom was cleaning all evidence …

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