[Is she or isn’t she? Vaccinated, that is. The second installment of what we may or may not be calling ‘Devine’s Intervention’. Already out of the loop? You can get all caught with Part One here.]
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“How would I know?” dad responds, very defensively. “I would assume so,” he adds, regaining some of his usual measured manner.
“You’d assume so?!”
“Well, it’s not something you simply come out and ask someone you’re just getting to know now, is it.” Continue reading
(Another week, another short piece of fiction).
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The bad mojo, by my estimation, started when I popped the kid’s birthday balloon with my cigarette. I thought it would be funny. Funny for me, as it turns out. The gaggle of parents, post-party, standing just off the diagonal park path, the birthday boy’s balloon, one of five, possibly six, floating harmlessly, out over into my trajectory, the arc of my route, in the direction of home, probably, although I was certainly open to being sidetracked off on any sort of pleasant diversion that might come my way, the parents, that’s where I was headed, did not find my stunt in the least bit amusing. Continue reading
(You were promised ‘less political, more fictional’. So here you go. A short story, on the shorter side).
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