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Winter Flash – Erratic
Why did she tell him she knew how to cook? Why did she agree to host a dinner party? Now what? Priscilla studied the book, forehead scrunched her eyes followed her finger across the page with an...
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Winter Flash – Level
“Are you stupid?” “I don’t think so; no I am fairly certain I am not stupid.” Jarrell stared across the fence at Ric, then at the fence itself. Slowly his face turned lobster red, “If you aren’t stupid...
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Winter Flash – Mad
Deanne stared at the white space and shuddered. Dipping her roller in the first pan, she began the transformation. Her family could hear her working, laughing aloud as she rolled out paint. Later...
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Winter Flash-Irrational
True had a sense of being watched, an itch making her hair stand up as if with a life of its own. She refused to turn around instead, she continued her walk along the river, sauntering as if without a...
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Winter Flash – Delirious
Delicious ran newly calloused hands up legs encased in silk, praying she would get the seam straight without a snag. Slipping on low-heels, she stared in the mirror turning checking her appearance,...
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Winter Flash-Lunatic
We wandered the hallways, staring into individual rooms and periodically shuddering at the occupants. The guides voice droned on without inflection describing the different causes for their...
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Winter Flash-Mental
“Say my name.” George stared at her dumbfounded by the demand. Say her name; he thought that was what he had been doing all night. “Say my name, dammit.” “Honey.” She stared from across the table,...
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Winter Flash-Demented
Jojo and Jimie visited every Sunday for Tea. Miss Vivienne prepared for their visit with anticipation and precision. Hair, make-up, dress all just so. The Tea and finger sandwiches made just the way...
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Winter Flash – Final Four
Ruby red lips and a Mona Lisa smile, perfect. Those eyes, dark and mysterious framed by arched brows, perfect. Hair, windblown or laying gently across bare shoulders, always perfect. He was...
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Spring Flash-Tools
Shaking her head she wiped away a fresh tear. Ten years and five children in this speck on the map, not a friend or any relief on the horizon. They say, ‘if you are a hammer everything looks like a...
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