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For more info on any number of flash-tabulous rewards including extra stories, personalized critiques, and more! As the story goes, a smattering of years over 2000 ago, a young Jew and his wife sought refuge in an inn in the town of Bethlehem–a donkey-back journey of about 4 days south-southwest from Jerusalem. Instead, they found a place in a stable. Many stories have been The boy was small for his age. His sister, who was not small, called him Pigeon. She was ten years older, and his parents said she was going through a phase. At night she would reach down to his trundle bed and hold his hand. Or she wouldn’t, and he would wait for her to Truth be told, there might honestly’ve been just a sol*tary other instance where I decidedly got one up on the Di*khead. Had to’ve been among the last times I was home before, you know, the end. I’d finished up school in the spring and found work at a Nu-2-U downstate, Kelly, the dispatcher, sent the call my way, but Nick caught it too, so my squad car arrived at the empty beach parking lot seconds after his. By the time I’d grabbed a shovel from my car trunk, he was racing down the bank, skidding in the oyster-shell scree. At five When he left that morning, it was the first morning in a while that she hadn’t thought he’s gonna turn that bike over today. She would say godammit eddie what’s gonna happen what’s gonna happen when you turn that bike over. Then it’ll read on my gravestone that I There is an emptiness that creeps into you when a major project is completed. Because you define your life by work, accomplishment, and completion. When you’re not working on a novel or a history project or some other creative exploit, when you’re only working the day Email check failed, please try again Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email.