Freshly Dusted

Trailer HitchShe's spent the better half of her freedom wandering deserted parking lots just after twilight, entranced by the way her shadow flits across the cracked cement, the outline of a figure just barely old enough to know what she wants in life. Her favorite lots are those rendered undone beneath the light of a white fluorescent unaware it'd spend its evening watching an...

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Freshly DustedI return now to a lonely typewriter, bedazzled by the wildflowers half-resting on the mahogany table beside it. Dust motes drift through the air, caught in the last traces of evening sun. I have not imagined a desk like this one in a long time. It brings back memories of moments well told, half-hearted menageries of mystery and delicacy. I have not written...

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