Greg Gorman

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“Strawberries” by Greg Gorman

It was the last day of school. Malia and Lola knew what that meant. It meant the same thing they had done every year: It meant going with their father to Ted’s Ice Cream Shop where Dad would order a strawberry ice cream just like he had done since the older sister had started school. There were other places to get ice cream; other places that were closer than Ted’s, but Dad always wanted to go to Ted’s. The girls never ...

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“A Quick Cup of Coffee” by Greg Gorman

Isaac meant to take the trash out the previous night. He didn’t mean to get wrapped up in his book, but he did. It was the latest from Anthony Peiras, Isaac’s favorite author. Peiras was famous for two reasons. First, his books found their way to the New York Times Bestseller’s List and second, he had managed to keep his identity a secret. Even in this day of social media, tweeting, Instagram, and cell phone cameras, P...

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“The Missing Book” by Greg Gorman

“I’m not getting this,” Manny said. “Show me where you started,” André said, looking over at Manny and his work. “Excuse me!” came a voice from behind the librarian’s desk. Manny and André looked up to see Mrs. Nance moving towards them. Mrs. Nance was the school’s librarian, and everyone knew about her long before they started at Breed Middle School. Students past and present heard and told stories of h...

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“Everything Changes” by Greg Gorman

It was August. Brian was enjoying what was left of vacation. Summer Vacation hadn’t been long enough. It never is. He wasn’t looking forward to starting high school. He wasn’t looking forward to a new school and learning new routines. New schedules. Middle school was hard enough but at least he had his friends with him. People were talking about high school as they made their way to the end of the eighth grade. ...

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“Days and Night” by Greg Gorman

The sun was coming up. Lisa and Paul had officially been up all night. Long nights were nothing new to theatre students especially when the shows were being put on. There is always some type of celebration for opening night: Dinner somewhere. Maybe a get-together at someone’s place. Something to celebrate the payoff for the weeks of rehearsing and making sure everything was done right. Everyone is on edge when going dow...

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“True Lover$” by Greg Gorman

Stan and Nina were sitting at the bar. It was a Friday night. Their favorite place wasn’t as crowded as it usually was at the end of the week, not that they were complaining. It meant they were able to get a seat. They had known each other for three years. They met at work. Nina took another job and Stan was let go as the result of a merger, but the two had remained friends and kept in touch. Friday night seemed...

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“Dreaming Awake” by Greg Gorman

Light on. Light off. Walk to the bathroom. Walk to the kitchen for a glass of water. Pick up the phone. Check messages. Put phone down. Close eyes. Tell yourself you’re tired. Open your eyes and realize you’re not. Liz laid in her bed. Her eyes were wide open, but she couldn’t see anything in the dark bedroom. She looked at her phone again. It was 3:42. She closed her eyes. Brian was snoring on his side of the b...

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“Making the Leaves Fall” by Greg Gorman

Living in Florida sounds fun and exciting. Unless, of course, if you actually live in Florida. People imagine life in Florida as always being warm. Always being able to wear shorts or swim. Never being cold. People who actually live in the Sunshine State know better. They know about the heat. The humidity. The daily thunderstorms in August. The sweltering heat in July and, unknown to those who live up north, the...

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“The Civil War Kid” by Greg Gorman

It was Saturday. Saturday meant one thing: It meant pulling out the box of Civil War memorabilia Jack had been collecting and going over everything. It meant using his father’s laptop and researching (again) the things in his collection. Reading. Some notetaking. Putting everything back until next Saturday when he would do it again. First thing’s first. Jack got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. His par...

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“Here He is. Anyone?” by Greg Gorman

It was Friday morning. Marcus left his apartment for work. He walked to the train station and waited his turn at the kiosk. The line moved slowly. He scanned his card and the gate opened. He waited with the others for the train. He looked to his right. He looked to his left. He saw all of the people waiting with him. Some were looking at their phones. Some were reading on e-readers. There were even some people looking a...

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“One Ticket Sold” by Greg Gorman

(Loosely based on a baseball game on November 8, 1905 between the Portland Beavers and the Oakland Oaks.) Steve walked into the meeting room. He had a notepad and loose papers under his arm. He had 100 thoughts on his mind. It was the time of year he always dreaded. One season was over. It would be a couple of weeks before the next season started up. Sports editors hated this time of year. There...

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“Reading, Writing, Teaching” by Greg Gorman

  Michael Wall finished his coffee. He was ready for his first day of work. The newest Literature Professor at State University checked himself in the mirror before heading out of the house to his new job. The past year had been a fortunate one for him. His latest book, his second, had become a bestseller. Like other bestsellers before his, this one also boosted sales of his previous book. Readers and critics alike felt his sophomore effort was head-and-shoulders above his first but that didn’t stop people from ...

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“Making it Right” by Greg Gorman

Nothing had been working for me. I waited tables. I freelanced for some newspapers. I interviewed for some “Marketing” jobs that were nothing more than door-to-door sales jobs. I hated those. I had to walk around neighborhoods with these other guys. Phony. Always smiling. Starting conversations with bad jokes. Give me a break. I noticed we were getting dangerously close to my neighborhood. I really didn’t want to be see...

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“In a Pinch” by Greg Gorman

It was a hot day. Adam was reminded of that as he looked over his shoulder and saw a small group of children sitting in the bleachers with popsicles. The popsicles were melting and children were trying to eat them before they completely melted. Adam’s attention went back to the game. He wasn’t playing that day. His manager had given him the day off. Adam was going through one of those “slumps” that plague every ...

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“Back to School” by Greg Gorman

Derek didn’t even know why he was going. Yes, he did. He was going because he had let his friend, Tony talk him into it. “Come on,” Tony said over the phone one night. “You like going to the football games, anyway. You always take your nephew.” Tony was right. Derek was at the football games with his nephew. He liked football and he liked hanging out with his nephew. Football was a good way for them to b...

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