Tag: short-stories
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The Widow
Alice Jones sat on her porch at her typewriter. A tear rolled down her cheek. She looked up at the desert, her inspiration, and patted her eyes with a handkerchief. She remembered when she first came to this place from New York. She was recently widowed and on impulse…was it impulse? No, it was a…
doloresonabergmann
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New Mexico Mystery
The wind blew through the weathered boards of the shack. In the morning Jack combed grains of sand out of his beard. May went around shaking out bedding and sweeping the floor before she’d start cooking breakfast–re-heated rabbit stew and biscuits. Jack sat out on the little porch, drinking coffee. His routine was to watch…
The Vaquero 