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The Mailbox

By hgoodman - Posted on August 7th, 2008
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She pops the red flag up, glancing over her shoulder as she does. They all do. She looks at the sky and presses the palms of her hands to her eyes.

It's Jack I feel bad for. A postal worker in life, he didn't know he'd be required to continue his courier services by death.

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I've been workin' on the railroad

By hgoodman - Posted on January 8th, 2007
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I've been workin' on the railroad,
All the live-long day.

Bernie's alarm clock buzzes at 6:15 and again at 6:22 and again at 6:29 before he pushes his toe out of the duvet. His leg follows his toe and so on until his feet his the carpet and his torso pulls upright. The scent of coffee maneuvers its way through the studio apartment from Bernie's automatic coffee maker.
That helps.
Can he just sleep in? Skip one day? Not the first day, he guesses.
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A Short Story

By hgoodman - Posted on September 17th, 2006
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