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The Art of Fiction: The Closet

Written by USTimes, 2016-08-14

I am five. Locked in a small, dark, musky, chemical-cleaning-supply-laden closet in a German pre-school. Dark. Can’t breathe. Claustrophobic. Can’t sit. No room. Brooms and brushes grab at my skin each time I tire and lean. Seems like hours. I think if I can just relax close my eyes and try to catch some oxygen…

The Art of Story: The Red Rose

Written by USTimes, 2016-05-30

(This story originally ran in FilmVault.biz and is posted here on Memorial Day in honor of all those who have served and their families.) The car pulls up to the grocery store and stops in front of the no-parking sign by the entrance. It idles as shoppers come and go with their groceries in plastic…