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Flash in the Pan

As she folded the last of the laundry, she realized how tired she really was.

Flash in the Pan

Maggie was getting tired. It was the eighth town, twelfth job, sixteenth rental. She had given up on trying to make friends 60 days into her two-year upheaval. She had coping mechanisms, though.

Flash in the Pan

“Maude, I am certain I have one week and two days to live.”

Flash in the Pan

Corrine watched as the lights flashed and listened to the booms. This was her favorite time of the year. She pointed into the sky and called for Joshua to look.

Hot Flash!

She crushed her toothbrush against the grout in a compulsive fit of penance.