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9. Cruces Gate-Delivery

It was four weeks to the day since the ham radio episode. The Old Man had been briefly captured by something in the low frequency carrier wave which had assailed his radio set. He had instantly recognized the side band wave but could do nothing to stop it. He sat on his patio reading the […]

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5. Cruces Gate-The Old Man

The old woman was worried. Her husband’s sudden illness had come out of nowhere. He hadn’t been hungry nor had he moved from the patio all afternoon. He sat there, in the shade, nodding off and coming to; off and on for a few hours. He’d told her he would be alright and she long […]

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6. Cruces Gate-Inside

That’s odd. I never tasted anything like this before. The man finally resorted to use the Chrysleat. Despite the refreshment of water, he needed sustenance. It had, he reasoned, become a necessary risk. His hunger had arisen treble. Although he didn’t know the being that was his host he knew instinctively that this being was […]

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7. Cruces Gate-Eye of the Beholder

“Dear, what’s wrong! Are you all right?” Heart racing the woman rushed to the old man’s side. He was gasping while leaning on the dining room table. She had heard him swear, loudly, using words he rarely used. “Son of a bitch” was an expletive she could not remember him ever using. But, the yelling! […]

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8. Cruces Gate-Fair is Fair?

He finally opened his senses. Gradually, he became aware of the night sky. Focusing, he realized there were no stars, no sister planet. It soon came to him that there was no sand and, turning his head from side to side, knew that he must be on a table. Trying to sit upright he felt […]

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The Letter

Part 1

“Shit! Look at the crap piled up in there.” Normally, David Collingsworth enjoyed his short walk to his mailbox. However, since his grandmother had died 11 months earlier his enjoyment of “mailboxing” (as he called his walks to it) had somewhat faded during the months following her passing. Today, instead of the usual mail being […]

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The Letter

Part 2

Shaking off his revelry, David said a hearty good-bye to the Chickadees. He turned and headed for home with the “crapmail” clenched in one fist. Although he couldn’t whistle to save his soul he started, unconsciously, to do so. It was that kind of day and, as his friends knew only too well, nothing got […]

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From Susan

Part 3

Sticking his finger tip between the body and flap he slit the envelope open. Inside was a single sheet of folded, light lavender paper. David turned the letter over to examine the time stamp on the cancellation of the stamp and saw that it had been sent just three days ago. Wondering if the dates […]

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The Letter-Part 4

David awoke late that morning. It had been 9:30 am when he opened his eyes to a bright sun glaring through his bedroom window. The window had been open during the night so he could fall asleep listening to the old owl that made his night watch in an oak down the street and back […]

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The Letter-Part 5

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.  Ralph Waldo Emerson …”This is Susan. I will be away from the office for an indeterminate time. Please leave your number and I will call you as soon as I return.” David lowered the phone and looked at the receiver, “Shit!” He […]

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