He wished himself a super
hero instead of a super couple. If not a comic book hero, then a vampire or a
shape-shifter. Anything except a mere man whose highest running speed was
probably sixteen miles per hour. Anything that would keep the gap between him
and her from widening with every second.
“Mariss!”
He was screaming her name louder and more earnestly
than he had ever screamed on stage.
“Marissa!”
The gate slid closed and
the SUV began to disappear down the road.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
A book plate

The other day someone was talking about making their own bookplate. "A what?" I asked, and was reminded of the stickers on the inside of the books at my grandmother’s house.
My grandmother was an avid reader and even claimed to have bought the house she resided in until she passed because it had a real library room.
A door with a glass window opened into it, and one wall was shelves from the floor to the tall ceiling. The rest of the room was entirely windows, and it opened onto a patio.
One day I will build my dream version of that room…
Until then, here...
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