Patrick Smith
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The Package
It was just another Tuesday afternoon in late July. The temperature was a blistering 97 degrees Fahrenheit, and no one wanted to be outside unless they were in a pool. The neighbor’s dogs were barking as usual, so the TV had to be turned up again. Kelly decided to make some lemonade and chocolate chip cookies. Her lemonade and cookies were the best in the state, and though she knew it, she never bragged about it. The thought of surprising Mike and the kids when they got home was always a treat for her.
By Patrick Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The Good Life
Through the window, he saw his past, present, and future through vivid imagery. It was painful and delightful, dreaded and anticipated, and demoralizing and hopeful. At Bob’s Diner, where he ate at least a thousand times, Barry could recall the joys of living in a small town with friends and family. His face lit up when he saw his favorite booth, where the best stories were told, the best friends he ever had would sit for hours talking about all kinds of things, and where he would find love for the first time.
By Patrick Smith5 years ago in Fiction
