Monthly Archive: February 2008

Feb
23

Bar Keeper – Part IV

He wiped down his tables as the morning neared ten o’clock. He loved the quiet solitude of his bar every morning; he could think with no interruptions or distractions be himself for a short, blessed time without fear of someone reacting to who he truly was. His body superseded Homo Sapien status in that his …

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Feb
18

Bar Keeper — 3rd Installment

She sat in her desk chair staring at her computer screen. A blank word processing document was open, the blinking cursor taunting her. She had been lapsing in and out of focus all morning. What was she supposed to be doing? She glanced down at her desk for help and found a hand-written document her …

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Feb
15

Untitled Part I: The Evens (a rough beginning)

“Walk with me…” She closed her eyes and exhaled heavily, as if something would get easier when she did. It didn’t, but she stood up anyway. “Okay.” He gave her a reassuring look. “Amy, you’ll do fine. You have been training for this for a long time. This is your big break. This is your …

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Feb
15

Of course he’d seen her…

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of “He was so mysterious.” ~*~ Of course he’d seen her–tonight was her third in his place. She wasn’t even a drinker, as far as he could surmise, since all she ordered was Coke “on the rocks,” she would joke. Her humor was dry, sure, but it was cute. …

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Feb
13

He is so mysterious…

Bar Keeper.

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Feb
13

The Professor

            The professor enjoyed his coffee black, hot out of the street vendor’s percolator, and bitter.  Every morning, he sat with his paper, watching the students pass hurrying off to class in every direction, never minding his quiet presence.  Every afternoon he took his lunch while reading great literature, a paper-wrapped sandwich in one hand, …

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