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by Kenneth M. Kapp There were torrential rains for several days. Flood warnings periodically flashed across the bottom of my PC when I was online. But eventually there was a break in the thunderstorm warnings and since I needed to clear my head – I was getting frustrated and could no longer think straight – […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp ~ 1~ A Rose The pillowcase, once white, was now as gray as the old man’s stubble. Indeed, Carl’s motionless head looked like an adolescent’s art project abandoned years ago, parked as it was between large lumps of the pillow. Blankets were pulled up to his chin from under a beaten […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Sam was doing his best to exercise more. If he went shopping, he’d go in the morning and park the car at the far end of the store’s lot. If he had only a couple of bags of groceries, he’d leave the car on the street instead of pulling into his […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Kurt Taurn retired years ago. He’d told all his friends when he started college that he had a list of what he wanted in life, calculated the income that would be necessary to achieve those goals, and then planned accordingly. He wasn’t shy about entering into such discussions, sharing his views […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp There was an old cedar table and four chairs in a corner of the front yard. If the sun was in the old man’s eyes, he’d carefully set his coffee mug on the grass and move the table and his chair an inch one way or another. The boards were gray […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Freddy ran in the front door laughing and screaming at the same time. In hot pursuit was a ragamuffin of a little boy with curly black hair matted around his head. It was so dark and shiny that you noticed little else. Curly hair caught Freddy at the bottom of the […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Virgel Eliot was worried – big time. Virgil had been worrying since ever he could remember. When he was five he fretted every time he was given two cents for an all-day lollipop. He was afraid he’d lose one penny or the other and, when he finally got to the candy […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp At first, Joan shook Thomas’s shoulder gently, but then with increasing urgency she whispered, “Wake up, wake up. Selma’s crying.”
by Kenneth M. Kapp “Honestly!” Little Bonny J waived her hands in the air. “Honestly, Mom, I didn’t eat those cookies. A girl has to be careful to keep her figure youthful. Even when you’re eight that’s important. You’ve told me that umpteen times. See, I do listen!”
by Kenneth M. Kapp Avrum couldn’t remember his own name. In truth, he’d forced himself to forget his name a long time ago: months, years, centuries ago. He laughed once, recalling that one year in a dog’s life is like seven of ours. “Ha, then I’m living one dog’s life for my mother,” and […]