The Green Book: Friday Fictioneers

Victor sat in a dark coffee shop mulling over his plan.  Water had flooded the floor making the tiles as slick and shiny as the varnished wooden table he shared with his postal worker friends.  The burst pipe had caused a distraction, and cacophonous chatter filled his ears, but he was not averted from his…

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A Celtic Connection: Beronia and John Hemingway

John stood at the big picture window in his living room.  The olive green carpet where he stood had been worn bare by his long and wistful starings out the window.  He looked up and down the street, not a soul in sight.  Shrouded in silence he stood between the orange and pink floral curtains…

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American Dream: Friday Fictioneers

Manuel looked out over the water with thoughts of his father flipping through his head like a rolodex of memories.  Pedro had taken the bold step of courageously sailing across these waters, leaving everything he knew and loved behind.  He did it in hopes of a better life and for one day raising an Americano…

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We’re Moving Out: Friday Fictioneers

It wasn’t easy, but Jenna and Steve somehow managed.  School all day, working evenings. She a waitress.  Him delivering Amazon packages.  83 year old Jim was her regular customer and neighbour. Every evening as Jenna busily waited tables, she’d always spend some time with Jim.  They learned the hardships and joyful stories of each others…

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