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Third Person – Now in Past Tense, Then in Present Tense

The Way Home This story was originally a contest submission in the Fall WritersWeekly 24 hour Short Story Contest. It didn’t win, but I like it anyway… “I must have taken a wrong turn after the river, Daddy. The pavement stopped a while back and there’s nowhere to turn around.” “Hold on, honey, I’m trying to find it on the map.” “You’re starting to break up some.” “I don’t see any dirt roads in that area. I’m hearing another voice on the line. It’s like a whisper, can you hear it?” “No, I’m just hearing you and static.” “hang… now…” “Did you hear that?!” “Did I hear what, Dad?” “Hang up… can’t help now…” “That voice, Melissa… Melissa?” The line was dead.

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Christmas Winds I’d met Paul in early November. I had dined with other catamaran crews, and stopped for a last beer on the way out through the quay-side bar packed with yachties. Over a terrible meal of “rotis” we cat crews had all told outrageous “puking punter stories,” puking punters being our overwhelming favorite topic of conversation.

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Really Old One of us is really old She’s crotchety and demanding Forgets she’s had her dinner And yells till we come to understanding Her friends despair of her And wish her voice was sweeter But it’s no good complaining ’cause no one wants to beat her! Instead we grumble to ourselves As we fill her bowl again She’ll do exactly what she wants Our dear old feline friend. by Kim Davis

Third Person – Now in Past Tense, Then in Present Tense She clicked a switch and the big electric organ hummed to life. She stuck her tongue out and moistened her lips and the rings on all of her fingers clinked as she positioned her long boney fingers over the keys.

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Strings of Solace

Late, late, late! It seemed like no matter how early she started getting ready she just could not get out of the apartment on time. Now she was going to blow her interview with Dr. Bonham before she ever got there. Crap! Of course she had neglected to plan enough time to park, and totally ignored the fact that she didn’t know her way around the Northwestern campus. You could see the Bienen School of Music when you drove by… Who knew it would be so hard to get to it!

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“Mommy, I See Jack!”

© 2004, Kim Davis
This story originally appeared in
“Real Stories of Spirit Communication: When Loved Ones Return After Crossing Over”
edited by Angela Hoy, ISBN: 1-59113-442-0

March 25, 1996 Journal Entry

“…With Jack so unwell, I have to admit that I’m just waiting for him to die. This clinging to life with drugs and constant pain and fear is so ugly. I just wish it would finish.”

March 26, 1996 Journal Entry

“Oh what a day!

Jack died at 10:00 a.m. Texas time. Mom’s just called – all in pieces, obviously…”

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The Hummingbird Minuet

I sat in the cool, still morning

Gathering my thoughts;

Deciding whether to beseech or assault the morning.

Humming filled the air

And called my eye

To the red liquid suspended in glass

From my porch roof.

A pair danced there;

Whether duel or duet was hard to tell.

Tiny rapiers thrust forward

They came together.

Buzz, buzz as they got too close.

They paused in perfect unison,

Sipped their wine,

And rose to dance again.

Hog Hunters in Texas

Feral Hogs have become a menace in Texas.

Where I live, farmers and ranchers have a problem with wild hogs. These intelligent and adaptable creatures can wreak havoc on cultivated land and prey on livestock. They can live in any kind of terrain, from forest to swamp, and from brush to desert. According to Texas A & M University, Texas is currently home to an estimated 2 million feral hogs, which are descended from various breeds imported from Europe as livestock since as far back as the 1680′s.

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