By Alice Benson Daphne’s hair was the iridescent amber of maple leaves in autumn and her giggles flowed freely at my every joke. After four months, I left a toothbrush in her bathroom. Still, we circled warily, neither of us able to commit. One Sunday, we stopped downtown at a slow red light. A man […]
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Aspiring writer. Founder of the Farmington (NM) Writers Circle and the Arkansas Country Writers Circle. Currently, I have two novelettes, a poetry collection, and a few collections of short stories published on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback. Visit my Amazon author's page at amazon.com/author/philslattery for my latest works. Others are in the works.
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Phil Slattery, Writer, Publisher 