Scene: An empty swing set at dusk faces a basketball court. Inhale. Pump. Liftoff. Alley-oop! The wind, a whoosh gently whisper “Whee!” Swish. Inhale. Pump. Bend. Release. Higher, higher, a free throw on Smiling, breeze-kissed cheeks.
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Leave a Comment“You should write a book about all of your dating experiences,” I’ve been told. So… maybe I will. Working title: Finger Guns Don’t Kill People. Characters/Plotlines: A cigar mouth breather, Old Bearded Ghost, the great and terrible yearbook love proclamation of 2001, Hot Dumb Cowboy, and, of course, the 3rd date…
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