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The Open Window — James Lewis

By smartypnts1 | Published: July 23, 2012
There are moments when I imagine she calls to me from across the street, when I wend my way to greet her, when I take her into my arms again. Though she is no longer here, she is always here—for I chase her memory each day. But these fantasies are just that—fantasies. For reasons unbeknownst [...]
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A Prayer for the Weak — James Lewis

By smartypnts1 | Published: February 11, 2012
I lie prone, my head at the foot of the bed and my feet near the pillows.  The white cotton sheet covers me to the waist.  My body still smells of her.  Fresh from showering, she stands by the dresser and faces the mirror.  She knows I’m there, but doesn’t notice I’m watching her.  She [...]
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The Morning After — James Lewis

By smartypnts1 | Published: August 21, 2011
Jane caught my eye while I was on the dais.  After the board meeting ended, she cornered me in the hallway and asked me about an item on the agenda.  We started talking, and I told her that I had to meet my wife for dinner.  I asked her if she would join me for [...]
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X — James Lewis

By smartypnts1 | Published: April 28, 2011
X sat in a chair in the middle of the kitchen.  She crossed her arms and legs to cover herself.  She wore nothing except her watch.  Jim hovered over the counter and poured milk into a bowl of Cheerios.  He put a spoon in the bowl and turned to face her.  “Here,” he said, pushing [...]
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