Sergio, the lineman, was hard at work one day.
Exactly just what happened? It is difficult to say,
but a sudden jolt of volts electrified his girth.
Detaching from his perch, he flew back down to earth.
Some say it was the landing, some say it was the surge.
No matter what the cause, it was a funeral dirge for Serg.
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“Don’t stare.” my mother told me.
For two weeks, I had hugged the news close to my heart. Grandpa was coming to live with us. The day had finally arrived and my father had left to fetch him. Soon the car crawled up the drive and my feet ached to run and greet him. My mother’s hand restrained me and my mind filled with confusion. Why couldn’t I look at Grandpa?
In the weeks that followed, the admonishment was repeated. Don’t stare at the food dribbling down Grandpa’s chin. Don’t stare at his lumbering walk or fumbling fingers. Don’t stare. I longed to spend time with him, to sit nearby, to look at his beloved face, to listen and be heard. Don’t stare.
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When infertility tests pointed to a low sperm count, Sam and Jennifer Delaney learned the brutal realities of adoption waitlists. After several years, hope faded to despair. Then, in less than a month, twins boys became available for adoption and Jennifer learned that she was pregnant. Soon they were a family of five.
Eighteen years later, summer vacation plans are halted, when a routine pre-college physical reveals the devastating reason for Lindsay’s recent sullenness and fatigue. After Jennifer and Sam are tested for Read more »
Dr. Daniel Hawthorne’s eligibility reaches an unprecedented zenith, when he opens his practice in Cranston. Christine didn’t participate in the feminine tactics for his attention, but a chance meeting at the library leads to a whirlwind courtship and a blue diamond engagement ring.
Christine accepts Daniel’s invitation for a winter vacation, feeling excited and a bit naughty as she anticipates her first night with Daniel. While Daniel drives to the store for supplies, Christine takes a short walk in the snowy woods behind the cabin. Read more »
Hope died, when fate conspired to demolish everything she treasured. Her husband, her child, her work and her home were gone. On the last day of December, Constance Martin made a final resolution and drove to Kesler Bridge with a plan to end the pain.
Jarmal planned on stealing enough cash to transform his ghetto existence. He hadn’t planned on the demise of his getaway car. As he hurried across the bridge, hoping he had shaken the cops, he saw the answer to his dilemma: a jumper and her shiny BMW. He had to get the keys before she let go of the rail.
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