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The Keeper of What Was Not Said

They stood there longer than was strictly polite, two women of an age when loitering attracts attention for reasons neither of them cared to correct.
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The Day the Light Paused
Outside, a single daffodil had come up far too early, bent at the neck as if embarrassed by its own optimism.
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A New Year’s Walk

“People think bells are for calling,” Sylvia said. “But the old ones? They’re for returning.”
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The Man Who Walked Past Twice

The lights above the bar flickered. The music — an old Bing Crosby tune — hiccuped, warped, then steadied.
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The Carol of the Glass Bird

An elderly man stood behind the counter — or perhaps not a man; his features were fine, too pale, and his eyes too bright for the dusk.
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Lillian & Sylvia Discuss Cherry…

“To Cherry,” she said. “A woman standin’ on the threshold of who she was — and who she’ll become next.”




