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The scent still transported him after all this time. It was so familiar and so singular. A blend of old brass, newspaper, dried ink, and pencil shavings. He'd grown to love the smell. It was one of the few constants in his previous life and this new chapter. It had been his daughter's idea to do this. Once she had stopped insisting that he move in with her, something he felt sure was done out of guilt more than anything, she had suggested he find a way to keep himself busy. He had seen an ad, the post office was looking for he...
You’ve got this, Felix. You’re practiced and prepared. Show them you were the right choice.“Good Evening, Everyone! We have a very, very exciting… um, hello? Hi?” The crowd, chatting excitedly amongst themselves, took no notice. He was tempted to tap on the mic as some people do, but he feared that would seem amateurish. “Excuse me? Please, everyone…if you would, uh, take your seats and…ok, uh, let’s quiet down. Shush, shush.” Felix could feel himself losing patience with the noisy group. His face w...
On May 14th at Valley Forge they found a finger. The severed digit was wrapped in antique, handmade Belgian lace, and closed in a Georgian rosewood sewing box. (Appraisal, $8,500 - $10,000.) The police thought it was a deeply depraved prank until June 5th at the Alamo when they found a human ear. It was sealed in a faded airmail envelope with a love note from World War I. The note read, “I miss the sound of your voice.” The envelope and ear were inside an ostrich leather, monogrammed briefcase belonging to J. Edgar Hoover. (Ap...
A TRUE (GHOST) STORYby Daniel DundinIt started with a jar of eye cream. She had left the little canister on her dresser yet when she returned from work it was on the floor, broken. She had cleaned it up and worried more about the cost of replacing it than how it had plunged to its death.Two days later, it was the shower curtain. She’d found it lying in a heap, tangled around its rod, jutting from the tub. Perhaps the tension was getting old, she'd thought, the springs not holding as they should.Today...
Illustrator and artist by trade, practicing my writing to help paint another kind of picture.
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