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By Elizabeth Suggs

By Elizabeth Suggs

Maggie stared at the returned wedding invitation as she sat in a cafe, her black tea untouched. It was Justine’s invitation. Apparently…
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elizabeth suggs
What Hot Sauce Has Taught Me About Relationships

What Hot Sauce Has Taught Me About Relationships

There was a taco stand across the street from my office in the parking lot of an outdoor retailer. They had gigantic burritos with…
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Old Man Rufo
Patron of the Art

Patron of the Art

I stood before a block of stone, on large imposing task And possessed not mason’s skills nor knew not whom to ask But I took up my…
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Liz Christensen
Burning Night

Burning Night

(illuminate)
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Sara W
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A Perfect Kiss

A Perfect Kiss

“Can we practice it?”
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Lewis Figun Westbrook
A Party Suit

A Party Suit

It’s not my own suit so it really shouldn’t matter. I’m just borrowing it. And it’s just for a costume party. It doesn’t matter that it…
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Lewis Figun Westbrook
Deck the Expanse

Deck the Expanse

Simmons unfolded a triangle of white swiss cheese paper with delicate precision, revealing an intricate snowflake. “What do you think…
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Tim Heare
Birthday Cake

Birthday Cake

Birthday Cake
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Missy O
A Camp Meal

A Camp Meal

Girls camp functions as a consolation prize. Our church partners with Boy Scouts but not Girl Scouts, so once a year we have the least…
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Lewis Figun Westbrook
Why Do I Always Say Yes to Calvin McCullin?

Why Do I Always Say Yes to Calvin McCullin?

Why did I say I’d help Calvin McCullin on New Year’s Eve? The better question is: Why do I always say yes to him, against my better…
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Tim Heare
The Feed

The Feed

Star hunches over the keys of the piano, barely able to hold himself up. He looks frail and fragile.
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Old Man Rufo
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