Prose Doodle
My Crows Dinner is over. I’ve washed the dishes and read the paper and watched the news on television. Now I’m sitting on my balcony looking straight out at lush treetops. It’s dusk, and a cawing crow...
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Bats, Bugs and Drunks Miss Rita, the older woman at the desk next to mine, is asking personal questions. That’s something she does every night. I’m 22 years old and this is my first serious job since...
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The Physics of Pumpkins By Florence Newman “The top’s too heavy, too much space below,” my neighbor says. “’Spect she’ll start sagging soon.” He’d lugged the massive thing out front for me. I realize...
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A Bat Tale from Poe and Me Jo-Ann Pilardi “It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.”[1] Well, not exactly, but I hope I now have your attention. On a...
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