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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: First Night

Storm clouds over the White House in Washington, D.C.

October 27, 2012 Their first night in the White House, and he's still flossing his teeth in the bedroom. What is it with this man? She frowns to remind him. He looks straight at her, fingers in his mouth, and shrugs. Turning his back to her, he stands at the window.

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Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: The Real White House

camera

October 27, 2012 The president ducked sharply to avoid being smacked in the face by the microphone boom. The Oval Office was not designed for the president, his aides and advisers to do business alongside a camera crew, and space was tight.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012

Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Executive Copy

electrodes

October 21, 2012 "Mr. President, can you tell me who was your roommate in college your junior year?" This is the 845th question that I've been asked in today's session.

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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Indiana

oldsmobile

October 20, 2012 Yesterday I passed a watermelon-red Olds 88 just like the one my grandfather drove in 1960. He was tall, white-haired and certain about things, the image of ancient to a 5-year-old.

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Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Dead Of Night

telephone

October 20, 2012 At 2:30 a.m., the black sedan pulled up to the gate on Pennsylvania Avenue. Martin marveled how short a distance it was from the street to the threshold of world power. As he stepped from the car into the damp autumn night, he sensed a foreboding, underscored by the increased security presence.

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Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Balance

cyclists

October 20, 2012 It wasn't easy for the donors to find the space — close to the White House there wasn't much available. But they eventually found a building that was just big enough for a track.

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Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Diane And The Politician

champagne

October 20, 2012 Diane Branson was attempting to apply lipstick despite her shaking hand. How is it, she thought, that a word of only three letters could grow into such a continent of deceit?

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Laces

shoes

October 19, 2012 It was an unimaginative cliche, and in this case, untrue. "He ties his shoes just like everyone else," someone in the diner said after the president and his entourage departed.

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Marta

White House at night

October 18, 2012 Light seeped out from under the door again. Marta rested her chin on the roll of paper towels that sat on top of her cart. For two years she had cleaned these rooms, late at night when everyone else was gone, and often that light was on.

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Three-Minute Fiction

Three-Minute Fiction: Garage Sale Savior

Garage Sale

October 14, 2012 He was tired. It was late. The president stood up, stretched and went looking for a cup of coffee from the Marines, the Secret Service having been sublet to Ireland.

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