User 2132's published ficlets
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A Woman Named Jill
I know that my headstone won’t read “Our Girl” or “our” anything for that matter. And I don’t think it will call me Jack.
I…
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Getting David Back
“Youkilledhimyoukilledhimyoukilledhim.” She was a broken record player, and her life was one big run on sentence. No periods,...
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A Baby Named David Jack Andrews
I started to call myself Jack because my mother would always murmur that name when she saw me. Not in an endearing, affection…
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Toaster Adventures Continued
I found myself lying flat on my back, but it wasn’t the cold, hard tile of the kitchen floor beneath me. I am lying on a soft…
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