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Category Archives: Short Story
Stormy Days in Ann Arbor
Twenty five later, and I can still go back on rainy days A grey canopy of sky, a consistent sprinkle, squeaky windshield wipers I’m driving in Kalamazoo but my mind is on State Street and University Avenue It’s 1994 Hundreds … Continue reading
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Bank
Whenever I go to the bank, I try to make sure they don’t see me as a big dude who’s there to rob the place. As I approach the glass doors, I check the reflection to make sure I appear non-threatening. If I’m holding … Continue reading
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The Case of the Missing DriveShaft
Emily was driving our old truck home when she hit and dragged a tree branch, which finally came free just before she pulled into our driveway. I was driving home a few minutes behind her and saw the branch in the middle … Continue reading
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Archie
I don’t remember why or whose bike it was, but for some reason I was riding around the neighborhood on a 10 speed with rams horn handlebars wrapped in perforated leather that was once soft white turned grey and brittle. The gear selector levers … Continue reading
Identifying with Simon Peter (Jn 21)
Why did I go fishing? Probably because I wasn’t sure what else to do. Chock full of major events, the last few weeks had been, to put it one way, interesting. Our friend Jesus was heralded as a King, only to be crucified as the … Continue reading
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Garage Sale
He loved that hoodie. She didn’t. So she donated it to the church garage sale. He recognized it right away, dangling crooked on a beige hanger, nestled comfortably between a grey Detroit Lions sweatshirt and a black long sleeved tee shouting MACKINAC ISLAND. … Continue reading
