Chance encounter at a park bench

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Winston looked both ways and behind him before he started to write.

“I think the Marxists are about to topple the government. Either they will win the election, or they will take it forcefully afterward rather than concede defeat. The rioting is just the precursor, legitimizing their violence in the streets …”

“Whatcha got there?”

“Wha—” Winston jumped up from the park bench and stepped away from the stranger, who assessed him curiously. “Where did you come from?”Continue reading “Chance encounter at a park bench”

The man who turned off the news

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He turned on the television to find anchors engaged in the everlasting search for the world’s bad stuff, compiling a log of people doing harm to one another, nature’s fury wreaking havoc on innocents, death and destruction both accidental and intentional, and, of course, members of the ruling class throwing insults, half-truths and outright lies at one another.

“How can you tell he’s lying? His lips are moving,” one liar shouted.

“She wouldn’t know the truth if it bit her in the nose,” sneered another.

An explosion and fire in a country half the world away. A mother drives herself and two children into a lake 500 miles from here. Random shootings and rioting in the streets 750 miles away. A gruesome vivisection 1,003 miles from downtown.Continue reading “The man who turned off the news”

Get out of your way


Get out of your own way and run.

Dance like no one is watching — write like no one is reading — just let the words flow — pour them across the page like a melonhead who just wants to see what he will write next — like a reader who doesn’t know what will happen next — it’s OK!

No one will care, and you’re safe flying about that way unless a piano is about to drop on your

>>>*!*! BONGGG !*!*<<<

The miracle of a minute

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A minute is a longer time than it sounds, and there are 60 of them every hour, 480 of them in eight hours.

If it only takes a minute to make a difference and change a life, that’s nearly 500 opportunities to make a difference. And that’s just today.Continue reading “The miracle of a minute”

The Newcomer: A brief morality play

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He turned at the shout and eyed the new arrival, who stood in the dusty street brandishing a weapon.

Onlookers scattered for cover as he assessed the scene, no discernible expression on his face. He sighed.

“Violence is a last resort,” he said evenly to the newcomer. “I have no interest in hurting you. Now, that said, you don’t want to push me to the last resort.”

Undeterred, the newcomer attempted violence. He parried. The newcomer tried from the other flank. He deflected. The newcomer hit him straight on; he shielded.

Now the newcomer had him by the throat with one hand and brought the killing weapon toward his chest. And so, he resorted to violence.Continue reading “The Newcomer: A brief morality play”

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