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Fiction: Weakness (212 words)

Lily had finally fallen asleep, her head resting just above Benedick’s knees, her hair spread across his lap.  Even though her breath had evened out, Benedick refused to stop running his fingers gently through her hair. Just in case his lack of movement somehow broke the spell, and she woke up in a panic again.

Ophelia came in a watched them with a look of utter disdain all over her face. “You’re weak,” She told Benedick simply, “You’re weak and she’s not going to be able to stand on her own two feet because you keep coddling her.”

“Her job is so much harder than anyone else’s,” Benedick defended, but It sounded like weak defense even to his own ears. “She’s stronger than she looks.” That part was true—at least.  Lily had certainly handled a lot more than even Benedick would have imagined that she could. But Ophelia was also right. Benedick was treating her with a specialty that he’d never done with the others. And he had no good excuse for why.

Well, actually, he had one very good excuse for why, but certainly not one that he would admit aloud.

Ophelia shook her head again. “Weak,” She repeated before leaving the room. And yet, Benedick’s hand never stopped moving.

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Posted by on December 1, 2016 in Stories


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Fiction: Tears (274 words)

I woke up to the gentle caresses of calloused fingers trailing along my cheek bones.  It wasn’t an unusual way to wake up, but it had been getting less and less frequent, and I was hoping that it would come to a stop soon.

“What was it this time?” The deep but gentle voice attached to the calloused hand asked.

“The usual,” I answered, rolling over in bed to face him.  He reached out and cupped his hand around the back of my neck, a gesture for no really explicable reason I found comforting.  “I thought I was getting better,” I confessed in just barely a whisper.

“Oh, Annie, you are getting better. You’ve got to think of these things in perspective.”


“Yeah, perspective.” He smiled at me, giving me a small squeeze.  “You woke up crying today, but this is the first time in what? Three weeks? A month?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess? Oh, Annie.” He moved his hand down to my shoulder and gave me the smallest of nudges so I would look up into his eyes.  “You are doing better, so much better.  You will beat this, and I’ll help you any way I can.  Try to stay positive. Try to not to get to discouraged.”

“Danny I…”

“Nope, Annie. I don’t want to hear your excuses.  I know your excuses and I know you are tired of saying them. Can you promise me you’ll try?”

I didn’t know if I could try. But for him, I’d try to try.  “I’ll try.”  He kissed me on the forehead, and I shut my eyes, hoping this time I’d sleep without dreams.

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Posted by on April 20, 2015 in Stories


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Fiction: Helping Friends (210 words)

“How do we balance the line?” He asked quietly, “I mean, there has to be one, right?  A safe point where we can be tolerant and understanding of what she’s going through—but also push her to start getting better? That point has to exist somewhere, right?”

Chris gave Darren a sad smile.  “Well, if there is one—I haven’t found it yet.”

“No—You’re not saying we just have to leave her like this. That we just have to watch her suffer.” Darren insisted, wheeling around on the older man.

“I’ve never found a way to do more, and I’ve never seen someone successfully try.  If you want to try to find a balance, go ahead, I won’t stop you.  But if she tries to cut you out, I won’t stop her either.  Think very carefully about what you want to do here.”

Darren faltered for a moment watching Chris carefully, processing his words. But he shook his head and turned his back.  “No. I won’t accept the idea that the only thing I can do is watch her get worse.  There has to be a way.”

Chris watched Darren hurry from the room, and thought silently it was a shame.  He’d liked Darren.  It wouldn’t be fun to watch him go.

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Posted by on September 27, 2014 in Stories


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