short-story
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“Michael Calante, Michael Calante, Michael Calante,” I heard being announced in unison with a cascade of chimes. What is happening? Where is this coming from? Then it hit me – my phone! Mikey was calling me! Yes, my Mikey! Those chimes are the special ringtone Lorena set for him. I rarely hear them, but when…
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I am so proud of myself. So So proud of myself. Five gold stars and a little trophy for me! I did it. I shared a part of myself! My truth with a man I care deeply about. Now, maybe for some this is no big deal. After all, I am a grown ass woman.…
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“I’d like another Shirley Temple please.” I said to the waiter. There I was wearing my new black velvet dress with white lace trim. It stopped right above my knees. Mom often said “Always show those legs of yours my Sweetheart they are so beau ti ful.” My feet dangled off the chair and the…
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“I’ll go to my side of the bed” I whispered in Michael’s ear. Now, if it was up to me I’d be stuck to him the entire night, skin to skin. But I was aware that my usual tossing, turning and wiggling when I sleep could keep him up and that man needed his sleep.…
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There was a time where Mikey was Wiley E. Coyote and I was the Road Runner. He was the cat and I was the mouse. He was the Lion trying to get me in his lair. He couldn’t hold on to me, keep me there, I HAD TO GO. This wasn’t on purpose on my…
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Going to Lucky’s grocery store was always an adventure with Mom. Some adventures were better than others. It was like going to the store with a bratty 10 year old being told they can get whatever they want. “Just throw it in the cart Corinne.” Two particular times still reside in the corner of my…
Salami and Rollerskates 