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“Dinner with Dmitry Morozov ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #270

There are few secret agents who can compare to Dmitry Morozov, but he had called me to meet him at the Central Park Voorburg in the Hague, Holland. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about, but since I was at a conference on International Law, I told him I would meet him as requested. I had known him when I was an CIA agent during President Kennedy’s failed attempt to assassinate Fidel Castro in Cuba. We met in Havana in September 1963, weeks before Kennedy’s own assassination.“What a knucklehead he and McCone were trying to inva...

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“Searching for Sasquatch ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #269

  Living just outside of Portland, Oregon, Connor Deschutes and his family had always enjoyed the great outdoors.  Connor had spent three years in the Boy Scouts earning a dozen merit badges in that time.  His father, Oliver, was an avid fisherman, spending the weekends in his motorboat out on Lost or Bull Run Lake hoping to snag trout or bass that populate most of the lakes throughout the state.   On the weekend that would make Connor famous, he was out camping with his Boy Scout troop near Mount Hood.  His sco...

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“Return of the Prodigal Son” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #268

“Hi, my name is Daniel Forseegan.” He showed his identification to the nurse standing at the reception desk. “My father is a resident here.”  She gave him a quick suspicious glance as she took his identification, his Michigan Driver’s License. “Mr. Forseegan, I’ll have someone escort you to his room.”  “How is he?” Daniel asked as she handed him his license back to him.  “I can’t tell you that, but since this is hospice care, I’m sure you will understand.” She sighed.  “Mr. Forseegan?” An orderly appeared at the desk.&nbs...

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“Wanted Man” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Wanted man in CaliforniaWanted man in BuffaloWanted man in Kansas CityWanted man in OhioWanted man in MississippiWanted man in old CheyenneWherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man(Written by Bob Dylan, sung by Johnny Cash) “Heard you’re looking for a cowhand.” The man with a limp approached Mr. Fredericks who was talking to his foreman Mr. Connors.  He looked directly at Mr. Fredericks and then a quick glance at Connors.  “Could always use good help.” Lester Fredericks nodded before spitting a stream from the ...

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“Hello, I've Been Hit by a Truck” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #267

So, I removed my cell phone from my pocket and dialed my wife who was at home with the children and said to her when she answered her cell phone, “Hello honey, I’ve been hit by a truck.” Needless to say, her reaction was quite shocked at my statement. “Hit by a truck?  Where are you?” She asked, sounding quite distressed. “I’m at the corner of Ray and Lindsay.  I was in the crosswalk riding my bicycle when a truck hit me as the light changed.” When we moved to Gilbert, Arizona from Alaska in 2004, I bought a bicycle to ride the can...

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“Spy Who Came Out of the Temperate Weather (With 90 Percent Chance of Precipitation)” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #266

Let me introduce myself. Zing! I am Special Agent Rex Roget. Bazing! I am in the middle of a shootout with enemy agents. Baringa! This is my fifty-ninth case in which I somehow manage to solve the problem without getting my head blown off.   Crrumpa!  I do not know what they were thinking when they invented that last onomatopoeia. Chabunka! Or that one. Anyway, my name is famous and often mispronounced which really makes me angry.  Roget, like the Thesaurus which makes my name easy to pronounce.  Right?  Argh, i...

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“Journey to Me New Home” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #265

Dear Mum and Pa,  I am writing you this letter hoping that I can mail it soon, but I have not seen land in almost three weeks.  The waters have been rough and many of us below is feverish and cold.  I miss both of you more than I can say. Love, your son,Patrick I kept this soggy letter in me trousers back pocket as I went above to get a gander at the gray firmament.  I really don’t know how God can stand such a gloomy place, I don’t.  I have given up with trying to keep solid food down as I toss it over the side of ...

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“Plus-One Perspective ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #264

Plus-One Perspective I am here to offer you my plus one perspective.  Even though I was five years old at this plus one event, I was unaccompanied.  Let’s face it, plus one means very little to a five-year-old even if he’s running loose at his father’s wedding.   Early in November 1961, my father George, Sr. married Carole Bent.  It was my dad’s second marriage and Carole’s first.  In a romantic getaway honeymoon, dad would take his new bride to South Bend, Indiana to see the Syracuse University Orangemen take ...

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“Heart of the Dragon” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #263

When I took the assignment to interview Rico Mendoza, I didn’t have a clue that the interview would take place on the last day of his life.  I have been a reporter for the Charlotte Observer for over ten years.  Recently, I was promoted to the main source of legal matters including capital punishment cases. While this may sound exciting and engaging, the reality of sitting in a courtroom day after day isn’t really a picnic, if you ask me.   Rico was sitting on Death Row in the Central Federal Prison in Raleigh for multipl...

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“Earning the Golden Bandage Award ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #262

Being an adult Boy Scout Leader can be a rewarding experience, so I was told before signing the contract.  When I turned the signed contract in, the man hid his smirk.  This should have been my first clue, but I wanted to help out the troop where my son was now a member.  “Hey there, welcome aboard.” The scoutmaster, Mr. Hinge shook my hand, “You have joined just in time.” “How so?” I asked in complete naivety. “Summer camp is in three weeks.  We are going to Camp Geronimo this year.” Mr. Hinge told me as his smirk reappe...

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“Another Passenger on a Train” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #261

It has been said that “thank you” may be the hardest word in the English Language to say.  I don’t know if I agree, but it certainly has caused me some hardship in expressing my gratitude at times.  I know for certain it is not social etiquette that prevents us from expressing our gratitude, but it has more to do with how we decide to express gratitude appropriately.  Too often we fall short of the true depth of our gratitude and leave the impression that we are really not grateful at all for something that has been done witho...

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“The Truth About Adrian Henson ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #260

The Office of Special Investigations or OSI showed up at my office one day asking me what I knew about Sergeant Adrian Henson. The officer flashed a badge identifying him as an OSI agent. “What association do you have with this individual?” He asked me and my blood ran cold.   “I don’t know him very well.” I lied suddenly feeling as if the weight of the world had landed on my chest.   “How long have you been enlisted in the Air Force?” He asked, opening a spiral notebook. “Three years.” I answered after swallowing hard.&n...

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“Naked Angel ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #259

“If you take your own life that God gave you then you will suffer greatly with the eternal flames of Hell.” Sister Dominique said soberly to the sixth grade class in front of her during Religious Instruction which was scheduled after lunch.  What I heard as these words came from her lips was, “You mother is suffering right now in those eternal flames of Hell.”  We never talk about it at home.  There is guilt and shame and I am told not to mention it.  It would upset my father is what I am told by Marsha.  Marsha is h...

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“Bend in the Road” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #258

When I found the photograph, I could not believe it.  Time had suddenly become liquid as I floated back fourteen years ago to a time and a place so very different to where I was when I found the photograph.  I had promised Carter we’d keep in touch, but that promise was as empty as the other ones I made back then. I have trouble remembering things sometimes. The doctors told me that I can blame it on the explosion, but I don’t like to think about that either.  The photo was stuck in a book titled The Road to Kabul.  Back ...

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“Yorick: A Tragedy in Three Acts” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #257

ACT I  It is several years before the great tragedy of Hamlet takes place at Elsinore between his father and his brother Claudius which results in murder and usurping of the kingdom when Claudius marries the widow Gertrude and the whole rigmarole. Before his unexpected passing, Yorick had a front row seat of all that was rotten in Denmark.   l  YORICK: (Soliloquy, starts seated at a table with a table of fine material covering the table.  On the table is a chessboard set up for a game) Hello, come on into the chambers of ...

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