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Submitted to Contest #177
If you have been to the Haight Ashbury District, you may remember seeing the neon shadowed Amoeba Music sign, coupled with a slightly larger sign towering next to it that read Bowling. I saw that brightly illuminated sign off the side of the road, and I couldn't help noticing the homeless who were also lit by its broad reach. Across the street from the record shop was a small gift shop owned by one of the counterculture rebels, now old but still flying the wave of psychedelic discovery and promise. I noticed that Marvin - the shop owner, did...
Submitted to Contest #175
I sat under a canopy tree. My clothes were sweaty and soaked from the humidity, and the tired-looking bum boats rushed back and forth across the bay, colliding as they maneuvered into Changi port. Lines filled quickly, and everyone bustled to make the next ride. "Where do you come from?" one of the boat owners asked me. "The United States," I replied. "Ah," he said, seeming surprised, "welcome, welcome. But first - the ride costs four Singapore," he said, with noticeable haste. As I pulled the money out, he talked with a distinct a...
Submitted to Contest #163
Our Golden retriever Charlie looked at me before he left the front door. His wet nose glistened in the light, and I could see my reflection in his dark brown eyes. "Take care of yourself," Laura told me. I said nothing. My daughter Berry held her hand out to me from the front porch. "I love you, daddy," she said softly. "I love you too," I replied, "forever and always." Berry glanced up at her mother. &nbs...
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