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Harold Bowlby

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Restoration

Weekly Contest #79

Restoration Walking your dog through the park is usually just that. A walk in the park. You meet a few others doing the same thing and often stop for a quick chat; then on your way again only to repeat the process tomorrow. Nothing exciting. You both get a little exercise; socialize a bit then come back home for a short snooze. I work second shift so it frees my morning to participate in this activity with my best friend “Barney.” I’m not sure just what his make up is. Several breeds of hound I would say.&n...

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When Given the Chance

Weekly Contest #76

 When Given the Chance Meg Townsend was furious. She stomped from one end of the room to the other, flinging her arms to emphasize her anger. Her red face also testifying to her rage. “How could Agnes Thornburg say those things about me?” Meg’s daughter Miriam folded her arms in disgust. “Mom, you’re getting yourself into a dither about something which is probably not true. How do you know Agnes even said such a thing?” Meg paused in thought before answering. “Not true? Myrtle Tillman told me.” “Myrtle Tillman! Ha! T...

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When the shoe fits...

Weekly Contest #72

When the Shoe Fits “Come off it, Charlie. It’ll go a lot easier on you if you just tell us how it happened.” “I don’t know how it happened. I was asleep and when I woke up she was there; in the alley. Dead. I don’t know how she got there. I didn’t kill her. I don’t even know her.”  The exasperated detective slammed his fist down hard on the table. “O.K. let’s go over it again from the beginning.” “I told you a bunch of times. How many more times do I have to tell you?”  “Until you get your story straig...

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The Nerd

The Nerd He was a nerd. There was no doubt of it. He looked like a nerd; he dressed like a nerd; he walked like a nerd. He even reinforced the image by spending much of his free time at the local library. He wore the same clothes day after day; at least it looked like it, but one got close to him, he smelled clean. He simply had several outfits of the same style and color scheme and changed every morning after his shower.  He was a creature of habit following the same routine day after day. He had a good job and...

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