Tiny Stories, part 3.

December 5th, 2010

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More of the stories that I write to fit inside a single Tweet.

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Never knowing what to say that could pierce the many veils of her grief, he made a firm practice of doing the dishes every night.

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3 little kids, turquoise pumps, & the face & hair of a 40s movie star – or Helen of Troy. Not what he expected at the barbershop.

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Dad tried to explain baseball to the tot; she only wanted to talk about her platypus book. They struck a truce over french fries.

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Can your life turn in a moment? One way to find out. He picked up the fumble, tucked the ball under his arm, & ran.

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The running lowered his triglycerides, but in time it healed his soul. Santa Fe’s air made him dream he was young Keino in Kenya.

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“You’re just a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of girl, huh?” She smiled & said, “I could be talked into more.” He blushed.

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His friends laughed with him at his dogs’ names, Phoebe Cates & Matt Damon. Only he knew their real names: Phobos & Deimos.

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She was very nice, but as he sat there listening to her life story, he realized his profile needed to include “NO FAKE TANS.”

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Previously:

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(Image by JD Hancock.)

One Response to “Tiny Stories, part 3.”

  1. Eglentyne Says:

    The one about grief gets to me every time. Really beautiful.

    Dani

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