November 11, 2021 Flash Fiction

Grit

Alone in the dark hours of morning, I computer-track my son’s progress in the Kona Ironman, a thin blue line edging across a screen.

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November 11, 2021 Nonfiction

Not Drowning But Waving

I edge closer, close enough to read the words in the thought bubble in the larger-than-life comic book painting.

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