Votes All Counted

Votes All Counted

I guess we all stopped listening to what we didn’t like. You could turn down the volume and cut off the mike. You could cut yourself off from half the people in town Until their voices came through like hard rain slashing down. There’s a flashlight I hold with my...

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Creamy Stucco

Creamy Stucco

It was a much larger apartment than she had expected, with soothing walls of creamy stucco.  A dim hallway stretched from the front door toward a spacious living room.  Large, multipaned glass doors dominated its rear wall beyond which was a tiled courtyard and a...

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Amira Learned How

Amira Learned How

Amira learned how to affix photos to the readied passport pages, a more demanding  process with the logoed overlay than she imagined.  The uniform texture of the sealant was difficult to achieve and the brushes she used left waves, so she paid Sylvain a visit for...

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Figueroa Street

Figueroa Street

Their weekly meetings, which grew increasingly lighthearted, went on for a year.  Then, one day in late spring, he told them he was closing his Figueroa Street studio.  He gave Amira an old suitcase.  Inside was a vintage camera, a 1937 Leica II Model and dozens of...

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Musso and Frank

Musso and Frank

On a rainy Friday when the city seemed off balance, they took Sylvain to lunch at Musso and Frank.  For an appetizer, he had olives antipasto and consommé, progressed to Bouillabaisse which made Francine think of her mother in Marseille. Each of the women had a...

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Sadness

Sadness

His sadness brought to mind rustling leaves, a long-ago autumn before something had carved a slice out of his life and an endless winter settled in.

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