“There’s a pull in the cable knit.”

"Anytime." Mingan taps his heart and shoulder claps the shelter's kitchen coordinator, Ned, who was thanking him. Mingan's phone buzzes again as he carries in the last of the of assorted loaves and rolls from Ginette's bakery. "Stay for soup and sandwich?" Ned asks. Glancing at his phone Mingan sees Trudy's number. The fourth missed …

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Eggs In the Basket

Leo noted the last of the bills from the antique cash register and checked his pencil markings on the balance sheet again.  He nodded, then looked toward the ceiling and offered up a silent prayer.  Never a religious man he wondered at this new habit.  Must be a relic from childhood, he thought.  Do we …

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Demolition Day

"Five. Four. Three--" Local news cameras panned to the protestors clustered around the barricades. "Two. One." Silence. The brick building seemed to lift from its foundation, and hang, suspended. Onlookers clicked photos with their phones. Then crumpled in a thick cloud of grey and red dust. Birds shrieked and darted, and the delayed sound of …

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