Express to Crazyland

Two weekends ago, the red oil pressure light flashed on in my Fiat, a Barbie Doll of a car. Trying to get the car off a major avenue swarming with traffic before it stopped. The car said, “Arrivederci.” Too late. Ugh. I rolled to a stop fighting the urge to push the car into an intersection […]

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Garlands of Daisies (55 word story)

“I made garlands of yellow posies in childhood. All too soon, my mother took me to buy my first bra.   Slyly that night, with tiny, skillful stitches, she altered it. The next day, I decorated my sprouting breasts with embroidered daisies. Nowadays, I grow luscious gardens of multicolored flowers in the loam of my body.” […]

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