George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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“All My Memories Begin with Flowers” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

From the start, as far back as I can remember, all my memories begin with flowers. For those who know me, this may not come as a surprise since my father owns a flower shop in Lower Manhattan. What is surprising is that I am moving out of the city to start my own life after the murder of my husband Arden Mapolee. Always an outsider to the family business, which by the way was not really flowers, Arden ...

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“Sister Margaret Beckwith” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

“Speak now, Sister Margaret so that Jesus Christ can forgive your sins.” Father Hans Mercharaine said softly from behind his curtained screen. Kneeling before him was an eighty seven year old nun who had come to him with a request that he hear her final confession. He accepted the request without hesitation since she had served the Saint Johannes Basilika since taking her vows in 1927 sixty three years ago. ...

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“Just a Little Stroll in the Woods” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

It started out as just a little stroll in the woods. But when it was over, my whole life had been dramatically altered. I would never see the world the way I had before. Sunsets would take on new meanings. The early morning hours would crackle with electricity I had never known before Virgil had guided through the Inferno as he had Dante Alighieri over eight hundred years ago. This metaphysical journey was ...

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“If It Wasn't For that One Thing ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Horace Nathan Wright was digging the hot muggy weather of the southern Georgia coast. Dressed in his neatly pressed soldier’s uniform with his boots shined to a high gloss, he sat wearing the ribbon he had won for valor. It was June 1945 and all was right with the world if it wasn’t for that one thing. His mama, Shatilly, would be at the bus stop in Washington D.C. with his fiancee Louanne Maples. His futur...

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“Wally's Cat ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

The rules say I can’t have a pet of any kind. It’s posted right there on the wall with all the other stuff. I’ve lived here for over five years. Ever since my mother died and the state people came to take me. They put me here. It’s nice and all, but I miss my mother. My name is Walter Hanaratty and I live at St. Vincent’s Adult Home for people that are cognitively challenged, like me. I am on the B...

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“Solving for X ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Electroshock. Feels like my brains are on fire. Smell smoke. Flames everywhere, not a drop to drink. The mattress is not soft. There is no soft place to land. This is a journey inside my broken mind. Strap yourself in good, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Like Alice down the rabbit hole. The Mad Hatter is waiting for his tea. Nurse Carlin puts the rubber in my mouth. S...

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“Holding on to Thin Air ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Trent Obertson was a private pilot who flew among the towering Chugach Mountains in Alaska. He loved bobbing in and around the fluffy white clouds that hung like overripe melons among the snow covered peaks. There was an expression for pilots who flew the Monomee Pass through the Nelchina into Talkeetna called, “Hanging on to thin air.” When flying this route, Trent noticed how much the cold and warm...

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“My Terminal Analog” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

It was difficult walking away from a digital world, but for the sake of sanity, I did just that. I pulled out a spiral notebook, replacing my laptop and began a written analog of my experiences over the past few weeks. What I did not expect was that the results made me invisible to my friends and acquaintances who have chosen to live their lives on social media. Deliberately turning a page in Thoreau's W...

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“Cracks in My Reflection in the Mirror ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

So, have you ever looked into a mirror and say to your reflection, “We are just too different?” Well, that’s where I am at right now. I can’t describe it, but something gets into my head and just like that I am no longer in control. That’s what I’m going to tell them when my lawyer comes in with some social worker to find out why I killed my boss, Mr. Saunders. There are things we cannot expl...

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“Disappearance of Randall Marks” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

He made a mistake, the kind of mistake that will get you killed. The men he took the money from were not known for their compassion or forgiveness. In the rolling hills of Sonoma County that is covered with grape vines, Randall Marks found the money in a car he thought was abandoned, when he was walking home on this dirt road, he saw a Ford Impala parked on the side of the road near a family vineyard. When he...

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“Incident at Resurrection Mountain ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Murder Cove was not named for the homicides that have taken place there, but there are many tourists who come here expecting to hear grisly tales of murders that have occurred here. Standing on Murder Rock, A person would suspect the three hundred foot drop would be the perfect place to commit a murder, but this would not be the case. Murder Rock was so named for the abundance of crows ...

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“Luther Whitehorse” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Tony Mercelli was flanked by his brothers Alphonse and Marcus as they filed off the private Lear hey at Sky Harbor Airport In Phoenix. Dressed in pin striped suits and sunglasses, the trio appeared like high rollers, movers and shakers ready to seize the town by a haboob. Baboons were sand storms that were more frequent during the monsoons. Known as Tony Mercy by his brothers and close associates, T...

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“At the Bottom of a Wishing Well ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

"Hi, my name is Dustin and I'm an alcoholic." He said as he sighed and closed his eyes. He had no desire to look at any members of the group. One of the old timers had decorated the room with Christmas cheer, a mocking reminder of his New Year's resolution to quit drinking. That had not happened and with a week left of the crumbs old year passing, Dustin Wenton was still drinking desp...

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“Gifted ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Joe Delante did not like Christmas. As a matter of fact, his friends would say he was more of a Grinch than Ebenezer Scrooge. Whether this was true or not, it did not make any difference since Joe loathed all the fuss his friends made about the holidays. Secret Santas and mistletoe just made the season intolerable as far as he was concerned. Listening to carols on the radio station as he drove his ...

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“Eddie Baker's Desperate Journey” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Eddie Baker was in big trouble as he made his way past a farmyard in the darkness of a crescent moon. He had been separated from his unit during the firefight with a group of goat herders who turned out to be al Qaeda operatives. Now he was all alone as his unit had abandoned the area at sunset. Private Baker had been in Afghanistan for five months. Originally from Brooklyn, Eddie was accustomed to ...

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Author bio

I am at teacher at Willamette Leadership Academy where I teach language arts including a creative writing class elective. I am a veteran of the United States Air Force and have been married to Amy for twenty five years and have a son Skylar and an adopted daughter Tegan who lives in Arizona. I have been writing all my life and am going to publish a book of short stories soon called Road to Neflheim. I am also a musician and an unabashed animal lover. I do have a blog www.cryoverspiltink.com Please come visit.