Bejeweled Short Stories

Captured, DONE.
The NEXT dictated her schedule, her husband, her children now grown, the parent groups, the coffee visits, the book clubs, the checkout lines. It lingered like burnt oil on an iron skillet.
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Tiny Things
They’d started on her 6th birthday. They would dress up in matching pastels, probably to salute the first sprigs of spring. Snow or shine, just the two of them would drive to State Street Macy’s together. Some years the ride was chatty. Others, not so much.
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