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People (especially the ones in my head!) are the best at telling their own stories. So it's best to listen, and then write...
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Dining on Schrod
Posted by: Laurie Graessle
Sandwich :: MA :: USA | updated 2012-04-19 06:32:35 -0700 | your-story
I was sitting in a restaurant the other day - not a nice one, really - just one of those Cape Cod restaurants that featured schrod, a tired waitress, and a blue-plate special. The meal was predictably mediocre - flakes...
The New Day - Part Two
Posted by: Laurie Graessle
Sandwich :: MA :: USA | updated 2012-04-19 06:48:28 -0700 | your-story
He would not have been able to hear his last words, because Michael had been under water, where sound didn't exist - maybe one muffled word had bubbled from an open, anguished mouth, and then there was silence. If Robert...
The New Day-Part One
Posted by: Laurie Graessle
Sandwich :: MA :: USA | updated 2012-04-19 06:48:30 -0700 | your-story
It was an absolutely dazzling morning. The sun came early and strong; the water had already lost the greyness of the dawn and shone a dark blue. It was cold - ice cold - and the sea air imprinted itself...
I Always Wanted to be a Spy
Posted by: Laurie Graessle
Sandwich :: MA :: USA | updated 2012-04-19 06:48:31 -0700 | your-story
She always had wanted to be a spy, but she couldn't even tie her sneakers right-- not on her best day. Who would want to be the dumbest fish in the think tank, someone asked her once, not meaning to...
The Nature of a Homeless Dog
Posted by: Laurie Graessle
Sandwich :: MA :: USA | updated 2012-04-19 06:48:31 -0700 | your-story
Eyes flung open, it was 2 a.m. He met me with a feeble wag of the tail - Sam had been having puppy dreams earlier, with muffled woofs and legs moving in an abbreviated run. He was a Puerto Rican...
The Jersey Shore - a Story
Posted by: Laurie Graessle
Sandwich :: MA :: USA | updated 2012-04-19 06:48:31 -0700 | your-story
She didn’t have a fancy name. In fact, she rarely had a name at all. As she sat, chin on her knees, her own arms embracing her, the stiff wind off of the water signaled a cold night to come....
