Category: Fiction
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Nobody reads what you write; why bother?
It was a sunny August afternoon in 2012. I sat with a friend on a relatively empty Denver restaurant patio under a green awning. We drank terrible, sticky-sweet mojitos and talked. My friend, an older man, a cellist, and a retired Merrill Lynch Investment Banker, was planning a trip to Rome, Prague, and Paris. At…
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To sleep, perchance to dream, an ancient life
It was shutting down. Little by little the synapses were going out, like the stars in the sky, twinkling in one moment and imploding in upon them self into nothing. She felt it. She knew each day a few more neurons stopped firing and that she was slowly being transformed from a vibrant, living galaxy…
Leanne Goebel 