Sour Muse
To be childlike is not a complete defect, tis serious flaw
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The Witnesses
Walter Holmwood, a tall square man, unmistakeably rustic in his best blue suit,
A Late Decorum for De Koven Street
Since it all happened so long ago, let me first speak of place
A Fable for James
James was born in the heart of a land of legendary rivers
Miracle at Indian River
This is the story of how mates were chosen for all the marriageable young men and women
A Promis of Silence
It was still dark when Orville Prescott awakened in the gloomy
A Box of Candy
The Winter sun slanted through the window and bounced off
The Convert
You've simply got to get away for a bit.
The Edge of the Garden
It was not until he saw her legs, obscene with straggling black hair and the purple knots of varicose veins, that Don realized she was there.
The Mural
She wondered if the principal had finished running off her day's worksheets.
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