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Three-Minute Fiction
Three-Minute Fiction: Just In Case
April 22, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. "Where are you going?" Her husband asked. "To church," she said. Her husband put his book down. "We don't go to church," he said. "Today, I'd like to," she said.
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Three-Minute Fiction: 'Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa'
April 14, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. Her eyes were blurred, she couldn't read the words, didn't know the name of the book. Her knees were weak. She didn't look back. This would be the last time. After a very long time.
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Three-Minute Fiction: This Time Will Be Better
April 14, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. Anne experienced a flash of vertigo when she looked down the stairs. She hesitated for a moment, estimating the miles and years they had tread up and down those stairs, and each step felt immeasurably longer this time.
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Three-Minute Fiction: The Outliers
April 14, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. I must avoid slipping into banal sentimentality, Justine thought. Easy to do after pressing flowers between law books. The weight of their antiquated decisions flattened columbines, penstemon and lupine.
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Three-Minute Fiction: Antiques
April 12, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. She couldn't prevent herself from releasing a wistful sigh as she pulled off the fabricated-latex gloves and removed the oxygen device that protected the room from her contaminated breath. She gasped.
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Three-Minute Fiction: Action Verbs
April 8, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. No, that can't be right. Panda alert. And, finally, decided to walk through the door. Not happy about the finally decided. Had she been waffling? Does she have to sit around and think about it, or can't she just act?
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Three-Minute Fiction: Heavy
April 8, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. She would leave it until tonight, after the zippered, footed pajamas had been wrestled on, after the toothbrush battle and the hair-brushing battle and the no-ice-cream-tonight battle had all been won.
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Three-Minute Fiction: Exit
March 31, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. At least she made it look that way, like it was her choice. She glanced at each of us from her wooden chair and may even have smiled slightly, as if we were three friends come to take her out to lunch.
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Three-Minute Fiction: Tabula Rasa
March 31, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. Jean was only a quarter-way through her read on sustainable living, but it had to stay behind. With her keys in one hand and wallet in the other, there wasn't room for anything else. She was naked after all, except for the socks and shoes on her feet.
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Three-Minute Fiction: The Dewey Decimal Suitor
March 31, 2012 She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. I sucked in a full exchange of air and my stupefaction began to lift. Oh, God ... did she respond to my note?