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Microfiction: Fortune is a Lady

Oh, no, no! I couldn’t even dream of turning pro. No way! But I was really, really happy with how things worked out up there. I’m still kind-of riding a high. I really got lucky. I have fun with it, the racing. I think it’s fair to say it’s...
Microfiction: Dating with Our Demons

Microfiction: Dating with Our Demons

Microfiction: Dating with Our Demons “I believe you have a reservation under the name ‘Warner’.” Gareth smiled. The hostess looked up from her station. She caught her breath. “Oh, Warner, yes. . . ” Smiling¬†rather deliberately, she...

Microfiction: The Last Vacation

“I can’t see,” whined Harvey in his nasal, sputtering voice. “There’s too much light in my eyes!” He squinted and looked away. His cheek tapped the controller rod. His chair jolted forward by a fraction of an inch, compounding the...