D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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I stand before the mirror scowling at the woman there with disgust. I try to turn away but for some reason to study her is a must. So easily I can find many things wrong with her starting from her head, ending with her toes. Oh, God, can’t I just walk away and forget her? […]
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I saw the blinds move this morning but I didn’t see who or what moved them. Whoever moved them was looking out the window; I could tell by the way they were pulled. I don’t know what it was looking at or looking for. No one was out there at […]
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The spin cycle of the washing machine, the whirring of the ceiling fan, the bubbling water in the fish tank all tell me I’m still here. I’m still alive. But when the power goes out, there are no house sounds. Everything is still, all is calm. I sit back […]
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She had a gun. The one smoking in her hand was not it. No, this one was untraceable; she’d made sure of that. Her heart pounded in her ears drowning the sound of his gurgling as the blood pooled around his fallen body. Amanda closed her eyes and exhaled, releasing all the hate, all the […]
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Today they bought her a dog. It was black and white and had one gray eye and one blue one. It was a mixed breed no one could really identify. So while they called it Marley, I called it Mutt. Mutt was supposed to pacify Andy’s desire for a baby sister. Aunt Carol can’t have […]
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I slid under the half-made bed as soon as I heard them kick in the door, the frame splintering from the impact. The bedskirt rippled–tattletale–and I prayed it would stop before they saw. I scooted to the uppermost part of the bed grimacing as Kylie’s toys scraped my ribs and thighs. When I […]
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I’m a great person. Unfortunately, it takes a while for people to see that. I love being there for people, but if they don’t ever need me to do anything, they won’t know. People don’t always get a chance to see me at my best, so I have to create opportunities. […]
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Perhaps if I’d seen him sooner, I would have reacted better. But I didn’t. It wasn’t until he was placing his laptop upon the table across from mine did I notice him. I was seated with my husband at the cafe area in Barnes & Noble. We were engaged in discussion […]
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Judgment separates Truth from Error and Life from Death But Your love keeps us together. Jew or Gentile Sinner or Saved Your love does not change; it is not partial. Your mercy and grace is not slack. Hatred separates Black from White and Rich from Poor But Your love keeps us together. While arrogance separates […]
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Somehow she knew he couldn’t keep her, but the day she saw him inquiring about her, she let herself believe. He studied her closely, eyes alight with interest. He didn’t seem to care about how old she was. At the time he appreciated how gently she had aged. There were not a lot of miles […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 