Tag: short story
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Tree
Sometimes it’s nice to be up before the world.Sitting at the back door till the daylight returns.Rain falling softly.Jason Isbell playing.Cup of tea in hand.The thing that always struck me about town, compared to the city,is a different kind of quiet.I swear my voice can…
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The Old Piano
An Old PianoI found it in the street.Seems no one had time for music anymore.There was a catsleeping under the keys.I pushed it home,put it in the hall.The keys were worn,the wood faded.But when I pressed the keys,it poured out light:into the room,into my eyes,into…
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Light Me Home
The stars are out tonight.A cold February night.The streetlights flicker, and I can see my breath escape my lungs into the cold night air.Light me home. Light me home.The silence, broken by the occasional taxi racing up the street,or a shout from a street over.Don’t…
