Piping Pepperoni
(partly Pineapple)
perhaps Pomodoro? Parmesan?
pretzel perimeter?
pretty please?
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Tim Dienes
self-published my first book in recent years
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Thanks. You're not the only one, Luke!
Very nice work, and now I’m hungry