Flash fiction for the creative mind. I perused the boxes of junk, old clothes, cassette tapes, grotesque troll figurines. In the shadows of the garage someone plucked the string of a ukulele. 8220;What are you looking for boy? 8220;What is this stuff? 8221; I.

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The dog that runs the house. The Life and Times of Sydney. When Sydney is not happy, nobody is happy. Friday night, my husband somehow found the time to go to the store, coming home with big box of bones that filled the bowl. It is been a hard few days for the whole family, but she is happy again, until the next doggie drama. Sydney, the hater of homework. Some dogs get a bone because they perform an amazing trick. Sydney can do amazing things, but in her t.

He walks barefoot across the world. With only a stick and fiddle to accompany him. He tells the sad story of two. One who is yet to be and the other who once was. Who when they were together gave life. But can never be together again. So he continues to wander. Through their connection to him. Distant locations that would otherwise never meet. And in turn his wanderings. Mends two broken hearts as well. You have some nerve you know.

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