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“Home.” I said, gazing into new apartment. I had had a place just before this, worked out a “don’t ask, don’t tell..

“I'm back.” I exclaim, crossing the threshold into my new apartment. Rosemary darts out of her room to greet me with a smile. &ld..

I got home to find Rosemary still curled up on our large comfy couch with “The Starlight Crystal”. The living room was small yet it gav..

Nervous, like any child on her first day at a new school, Rosemary was a flurry of questions as I drove her to school that first Monday morning. Af..

Pulling into the small parking lot I was awash with reminiscence as I pulled my gaze over the student body. As if I was using radar I spotted them,..

The phone rang on another warm sunday afternoon. D****t, another telemarketer. So far, I'd been getting a lot of those calls today. It was damned..

The club seemed almost to be a deja vu throwback to my days in hell. The air was pumping with energy and the vague smell of sweat was hard ..

I woke to the faint aroma of coffee in the air that Friday morning. Even with the silent encouragement of the automatic coffeemaker, I fou..

Sometimes I wonder how much of my life I spent sleeping and how much of it is just lying in bed, awaiting the inevitable morning. There are..

Sitting behind the wheel of the Gallant I read Dean's letter. I had to give it to him, he was pretty crafty when he wanted to be. Must ru..