FrenchFlakes

and what if for once i did not do what is expected of me what if i suddenly rolled over waving arms and legs wildly in the air in stead of all that slow-motion stuff that tedious stretching pausing and waiting and seeing and sitting on the fence that we chameleons have learned to do [...]

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Every year, roundabout the beginning of May, her father would take her to that place.   In silence, they would cycle in tandem, until they reached the imposing entrance.  He would step off his bike and place it against one of the pillars, then take her smaller bicycle and lean it against his.   Slowly he would [...]

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The blanket It had been that smell. That freshly washed ozone smell that comes after hanging laundry outside to dry on a crisp winter’s day.  He’d never forget that smell.  And there was the softness too.  It had reminded him of that perfect, that one single happy day in his life.  He’d been allowed to [...]

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