Do You Know Where The Babies Go?

Do you know where the babies go? When the sun is set and sinking low? Crying all day, quiet at night How many babies are the down hag’s delight? One...two...three… Every little girl in my town knew the down hag’s diddy. We’d chant it while jumping rope, counting off how many times we could jump... Continue Reading →

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Drawing Out The Demons

People like happy. They respond to happy. Sad is a different story. One that’s far shorter, with fewer characters and less descriptors. Sad is the thin leaflet you hide between the brighter covers. No one really wants to know it’s there. Not even you. Sad is uncomfortable. And so, I was “happy”. I had my... Continue Reading →

The Shy Lady

You can only see her when you can’t see her. There are a lot of theories surrounding her: she was a great beauty who died of a wasting disease that left her hideous in death, she was attacked by a spurned suitor and committed suicide after he disfigured her face, she was murdered and mutilated... Continue Reading →

Auld Lang Syne

Twelve hour shifts were hard, especially at the holidays, when all I wanted was to be home with my own family. I'd been lucky enough to have Christmas off, which was by far the more important day in my opinion, so I really shouldn't have been too bothered, but it did mean spending New Year's... Continue Reading →

It’s Tradition

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Unless you’re hundreds of miles away from home with no nearby friends and family. Then it’s just kind of depressing. I hadn’t even been thinking about the holidays when I’d accepted my new job in early December. I was too caught up in the stress and... Continue Reading →

Take Me Home

The first hour after the school day ended was my favorite. Both of my parents worked so I’d have the whole house to myself to watch cartoons, sneak snacks, and put off homework. I raced home on my bike along the same route every day. Schoolyard, up Greeden, over to Maplewood, down Magnolia, and then... Continue Reading →

No Place In Peace

Dudley’s not such a great name, huh? I’ve never thought so and I’m one of the sad sacks saddled with it. Dudley Stephen Smith. Technically the second, I think, but I’m not well versed enough in generational naming semantics to be sure. What I do know, however, was that the guy I’m named for, my... Continue Reading →

Auntie Bells

Auntie Bells wasn't really my auntie, or anyone else's for that matter. I'm not sure she even had any real family at all. It was just what everyone called her. She'd been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before I was born and there wasn't a single person who didn't at least know of... Continue Reading →

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