Stories

Stories about facets of lives lived and, implicitly, components of mental functions.

Secrets

Leopold Café is always crowded. Their Danish and coffee are superb. The service is awful.Bill was at a table sipping his second cup of cappuccino and munching on a huge piece of coffee cake. Two weeks ago, he sat at this very same table. Back then, his misery was all...

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Editing my memory

I left Global Financial Inc. early today. Couldn’t take it. At the moment I am sitting at Sam’s café waiting for Claire. Some jittery clients are screaming at me. I may be a financial analyst but not a magician. Today the ink was black and smelled like fresh tar on a...

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Bedtime stories

My next-door neighbor, Harry B, and I are not close friends, but we have a cozy relationship. Our wives don’t. We share a huge snow blower, some power tools and once in a while a drink at the neighborhood pub rather than in each other’s home. We are each forever...

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