Don’t Pick the Flowers by Kirk Eckstine
I remember when the world ended. The “end” fell to earth while I slept. It arrived with an ear...
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I remember when the world ended. The “end” fell to earth while I slept. It arrived with an ear...
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“Humph!” The not-so-subtle exclamation had issued from the distinctly malodorous man behind me. I...
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Nell tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, “No, you’re not interrupting anything, I’m...
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“Uh, Sir? I have the health report for the incoming epidermis shipment here. And I’m…I’m not...
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Pa stumbles through the front door, stinking of whiskey. I catch a glimpse of his shaking hands in...
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