East of the Sun, West of the Moon by Von Carr
What he loved most was waking beside her in the morning, the warmth of their bodies making a cavern of the sheets. His father said every woman looked the same in bed. Perhaps they did, but the sound of his wife’s breathing was unique. He thought he would know it anywhere, if by chance he ever met her during the day. He lay listening until her breaths faded into silence, and the warmth faded from the sheets. Then he would get up and open the windows to let sunlight into the empty room.
On the Settling of Ancient Scores by Ken Scholes
“Another.” The stranger in town pushed his empty glass forward. He sat at the bar, smoking and watching the room through the mirror as the pretty bartender scurried from customer to customer.
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A new look for the blog, which we hope you enjoy reading. This week’s highlights:
Danger Zone! (random crap about Jeremiah’s office)
Someone Ate My Eggs (random crap about someone eating Jeremiah’s eggs)
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