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“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest said like he has a thousand times before. Nick peered into his lovely bride's eyes as sweat bubbled above his upper lip. He ran his hand through his jet-black hair and gave her a smile, but it looked like he was checking his teeth in the mirror for leftovers. A month ago, he called his family back home where he grew up. He hasn't seen them in over a yea...
Nothing put a bigger smile on Mr. Hubbard's face than when he drove up to his son's house and honked the horn. His five grandchildren knew the sound and would run out the door yelling “storytime.”Mr. Hubbard loved telling stories to his grandchildren. He stopped over at least once a week. It's what he lived for until he suffered a stroke. Since then, all his time and energy went into rehabbing. Over the following year, he worked hard and regained his ability to walk. He started off with little hikes around the house and then all th...
“We found him unconscious under the storage unit door.”“Strange. Well, get what you can out of him and fill out an accident report,” the sergeant said. “I’m heading back to the station.”“Sergeant, he's claiming he was attacked.”“Attacked?” his right eyebrow raised. “All right, I guess it's a crime scene. Go ahead, tape it off.” “Sir, he's concussed and confused. He can't remember much and, um, uh—-.” “Spit it out, Officer.”“Um,” he smirked, “He said his name is Indiana.”“As in Jon...
Ding! The evaluator's doors opened. Tammy shuffled in with the rest of the nine-to-five mob. She glanced at the button panel and spun around to watch the duel doors close. The smell of the electric motor and the lubricant used to keep the steel box moving up and down reminded her of childhood. Every third Sunday of the month, she and her mom would go shopping in the big city. It was their thing. They would skip ...
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