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Soundness

“She’s better than you,” said his mother.
Despite this, the son pursued his favorite and succeeded in winning her intimacy.
Now, eighteen years into this mismatch, with their two children and his scandalous pursuit of numerous liaisons, the son and his wife belatedly admit the soundness of his mother’s admonition.
offbeatjim wittenberg


An Electric Chair For Three

The evil spark in his eye lit up as he pulled the switch on the wall. Electricity flowed through every wire meeting its three victims. Too bad his wife had died the year before; their three children dying would have been something he would have enjoyed seeing her watch.
Nicole E. Hirschi


Quid Pro Quo

I felt my legal advice on his malpractice case was spot on, but he balked. I then realized my relationship with my Doctor was not working out. He told me right then he couldn’t give me what I really needed.
“And exactly what’s that, Doc?”
“A brain tumor.”
Michael J. Solender


No I’m Not

“You’re deaf,” she stated. He heard it as an accusation. It was true, too. At least partially, in his right ear, he was deaf, but Carl would never admit this truth to Aileen.
Certainly not when her statement sounded like an accusation.
“No I’m not,” was all he replied.
offbeatjim wittenberg


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Advice She Had To Burn

I couldn’t understood what she ranted on about. Always scribbling something, I never found her helpful at all.
When I tried to subtly suggest something, she told me she was the one who gave hints, not me. Bottom line - Heloise was just a bitch.
Michael Solender


Gods Of Circumstance

Irritating, not loving, each other. For one year we’ve slept apart. Your desire is to rest in the sunshine, but I insist on exploiting the shadows. Our dreams have become our secrets, and we no longer care to share or live them together.
We worship the fickle gods of circumstance.
offbeatjim Wittenberg


Works Every Time

Breathe deep, shut your eyes, do not move. Cannot sleep.
Get up, drink some milk, go back to bed. Cannot sleep.
Turn again, count sheep, empty thoughts. Cannot sleep.
Hug John, be still, hold your breath.
PINCH, PINCH, PINCH JOHN!
John is awake and angry but your eyes are shut and you are drifting away.
Jelena Vencl Ohlrogge.


Not A Fan

I love the New York Yankees, but I don’t consider myself a fan. The word grates on me the way “fanatic” can. Madmen who sacrifice human lives for the unattainable! And what about deranged dog lovers who kiss Pooch on the mouth? Don’t they care where that dog licked last?
Sal Buttaci


Brush It Away

The web in the corner of the garden is torn. It was the wind and the elements, and the squirming of insects attempting to escape. I wait, watching for the spider’s return, but it doesn’t. I take my rake and brush it away.
Offbeatjim Wittenberg


Lost

The local newspaper headed the story: Rafter Lost, Search Party Continues. They found two of the girls half-dead by the river, but one was still missing, so they started dredging the cold, deep waters. But they wouldn’t find Sheryl Reynolds. She was dead and I had a chance to start over.
Erin Cole