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“Tea Party on the Lawn ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

“Sorry, you are too late.” That strange cat replied when I showed up with some biscuits.“I was told to be here promptly at nine for the tea party.” I protested.“Yes, but the girl was in a rush, beg your pardon.” The Mad Hatter told me with a friendly wink.“It’s always the case, eh?” The cat smiled and vanished leaving behind just a wicked smile. “These tea parties on the lawn are becoming more and more bothersome.” I crossed my arms across my chest.“Well, if truth be known, it wasn’t much of a party.” Absalom waved one of his hundred ar...

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“Cosmo the Magnificent ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #127

In the twisted and complex world of carnival performing artists, Cosmo the Magnificent could be found on the bottom rung of the ladder of his profession as a psychic.  His seances and psychic paraphernalia was as amateurish and fake as any on the Midwest Circuit during the early 1930’s as national interest in the occult reached its zenith.  Born in a small town in Oklahoma town forty some years ago, he was christened Earl Patrick Landers.  As soon as his legs could carry him he left home and became a member of Zyicendeld Trav...

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“Mr. Ahn” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #126

My father, George Frost, Sr. was sent to Pusan, Korea by the army in 1951 during the war.  Twenty four years later, the United States Air Force sent me to Kunsan, Korea, but there was no war when I got there or at least what they told me.  In my time there, I wondered if there was a war being waged, but no one bothered to tell me about it.  Whatever the case may be, I was sent there in February, 1984 on a remote tour which lasted twelve months.   Thinking back, I am fairly certain there was a war being fought, becau...

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“When Time Became Immobilized ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #125

Jake Simmons was an amateur magician as well as a petty con man, but these would just be a minor footnote to what he would pull off in his notorious side career.  Due to his fascination with time, Jake would find a way to forever bend the boundaries of the fourth dimension.  Using his talent for manipulation, Jake would find the eternal secret on how to stop time and in the process use his new found power for his own edification as Dr. Faustus did in his deal with the devil.  There have been others who have tinkered with such ...

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“River Rat” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #124

What is a River Rat?  Realistically, it is a four legged rodent that lives near waterways and is one of God's ickiest creatures.  Being known as a rat is not very complimentary, but it does carry a connotation for fierceness of a beast that would never back down from a confrontation even in the face of certain death.  After living a life where compliance was expected and predictability was the payoff, I knew it had come time to find myself.  Fear of the unknown had frozen me in place for over ten years, time had come to b...

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“Actor's Nightmare ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #123

It has been over twenty years since I last set foot on the stage, but in all that time, I am still cursed with the Actor’s Nightmare.  It goes with the territory along with the curse of Lady Macbeth and a few others I learned along the way. You can choose to believe some or even all of this story, it is totally up to you, but for me this story is the reason why I gave up my love of theater and I would encourage you to do the same. “Ah, the roar of the grease paint, the smell of the crowd.” Jason thought he was being funny, but the sa...

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“Damn, This Traffic Jam” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #122

Damn, this traffic jam How I hate to be late It Hurts my motor to go so slow Damn, this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn, this traffic jam Capella song by James Taylor runs through my head every night at quitting time when I am stuck in this traffic jam to get on the highway home.  I should’ve written that letter to the mayor letting him know that an fifty percent increase in population means we have to widen the roads to accommodate it.  Nothing ever gets done and we sit in this traffic wondering how long i...

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“Nana's Gift” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #121

Gertrude Swartz passed away peacefully in March, but in her final Christmas, Gertrude or Nana as I knew her gave me a gift that I will treasure for the rest of my life.  As we stood around our Christmas tree, she handed me a small package she had in her wrinkled hands.  I had no way of knowing it at the time, but this would be her last Christmas with us. “Talia, this is for you.” She smiled as only she could.   The scent of cinnamon clunk to the air as I peeled back the wrapping paper of what she hand handed me.  ...

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“Back in the Day” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #120

People avoided Charles Pickens whenever they could.  While he was a charming elderly fellow, his major flaw was starting every conversation he ever had with a friend or stranger “Back in the day…”  Didn’t matter none who it was, but Charles, who worked for over thirty years at Catco Farm Supply, would put his thumbs at the corners of his overall straps, rock on his heels and spin a yarn or two depending on the amount of time he had. While most of his tales seemed taller than the corn in the first weeks of autumn, Charles was alway...

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“Cabin on Lake Elderwise Cove” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #119

If you have ever been to Lake Elderwise, there is a cove and in that cove there is a cabin which has become my solitude since my wife passed two years ago from cancer. We found this secluded place a few months before she passed tucked in the Adirondack Mountains where there are often more geese than people. Having invested my pension, I was able to buy the cabin that had a dock to launch my boat. The cove provided me with the privacy I had always desired.  Elenore was more of a socialite, but she ended up falling in love with this plac...

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“Snow Globe ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

When Dalby Cronnish opened his gift from his grandmother Lily, he knew that it wasn’t a run-of-the-mill gift since his mother Wanda confessed her mother was off her rocker. It weighed heavy in his hand, the globe was glass, but the base was brass. “What is it, grandma?” He asked with his eleven year old hazel blue eyes open wide in wonderment. “It’s a snow globe, silly.” She giggled and winked. “Mom, have you taken your meds?” Wanda asked.  This question drew a glare from her mother, but in looking at her son who was obviously confus...

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“Bubbie Newman and the Dixie Blues Kings ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

During the Great Depression there was a band on the Chitlin Circuit who were one best loved Delta Blues Bands straight out of Jackson, Mississippi known as the Bubbie Newman and the Dixie Blues Kings.  At one time, this six piece ensemble were the kings of the circuit, but when I decided to do a nostalgic piece on the band, I found holes in the band's history starting with their charismatic band leader, Bubbie Newman.  In searching for historical records on him, there simply were none to be found, no birth or death certificate, not...

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“The Long March of the Silent Sentinels ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #116

Lucy Lovell Could outrun any of the boys in her sixth grade class.  It was June 1910 and this would most likely be her final year at Marsh Flats School since girls didn't need a formal education like the boys did. "You ain't nothing but a tomboy, Lucy Lovell." Gunther Borsch Yelled as she crossed the finish line in her bare feet. "I beat you, Gunther. That's a fact." She yelled back her retort.  Gunther's plump face turned red as some of the onlookers laughed. Her father Zachiah was sitting on the buck board loosely holding the ...

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“Korean District Talent Show ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #114

“Welcome to Osan, Republic of Korea (ROK) for the 1984 Korean District Talent Show” read the banner out in front of the Recreation Center.  This recreation center was twice the size of the one back at Kunsan, Air Base where I had come from.  The talent show was to pick out performers to represent the Tops In Blue which was a six month duty in a traveling show of the best of the United States Air Force.  In my audition, I had managed to make the district show as one of five performers chosen from Kunsan to go to Osan by singing...

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“Dream Connection ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #113

Her name was Dawn and we were connected for a time, but some connections are not meant to last.  My name is Jerrod Yost and believe it or not, I never met Dawn, but I know more about her than any other living human being. This is not a love story either as I throw my suitcase on the bed at the Quality Inn in Peoria, IL. I am on the run, so you can't tell anyone where I am. Promise me. My connection with Dawn Hannihan started with a dream, an innocent dream that seemed very promising.   I was sixteen when it started and I wa...

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