Category: Short Story
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Beach Day
“Come on, Ash!” Molly yelled from the porch. A few joggers trotted by. Ash saw something fall from one of their pockets, just another piece of trash for her to collect. She walked over to it. The plastic piece had three arms coming out of its square base and it fit in her hand perfectly.…
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Carl and the AC Unit
Carl had worked outside his whole life. He was happy to finally be retired. Here he was, at 68, with leathery, callused hands, alone in his one bedroom home just outside Death Valley. He loved his AC window unit that he’d purchased on the day he retired. The white, 25 pound, 2×3 foot receptacle fit…
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Hurt Doctor
I was working as a new physician in family medicine. Patient Jones asked me for a refill of his oxycodone. He’d failed his last drug screen. It was too soon to refill his meds, anyway. I asked him for a urine sample to check a drug screen. He said he couldn’t provide one. I told…
