We Aren’t Electing A Saint

 This phrase has been used to justify a vote for Donald Trump for President. The very fact that...

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- William Blake

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Short Fiction – My Cocaine Daze

Short Fiction – My Cocaine Daze

  The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.  Proverbs 30:1  There have been a lot of ravens hanging around here. More than usual. If I was superstitious, I’d be...

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Short Fiction – Fletcher

Short Fiction – Fletcher

  My dad liked to drive his tan Chevy truck on short trips away from the hotel where he lived. He owned a hotel in the magic mountains. That’s what we called the Sierras. He lived in the hotel after he divorced my mom. In the magic mountains there were bears and...

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Short Fiction – If I Were Dead

Short Fiction – If I Were Dead

 Hello darkness my old friend                        Paul Simon It’s been several weeks since I’ve been able to communicate with anyone. No internet, no phone, no television, no radio, no TV, no newspaper, no books—nothing. Not even the chance conversation. But, you...

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Short Fiction – Money Chase

Short Fiction – Money Chase

  When I first met Riley Gulick, little did I know that someday I’d have to chase him halfway around the world to retrieve the money he stole from me and our clients. I met Riley at an investment conference in New York. We’d both grown up in small towns and we both...

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Short Fiction – Tommy’s Secret

Short Fiction – Tommy’s Secret

 The dump was a few miles west of town, about a half hour drive in our old truck. On Sundays we usually drove there to throw away our trash. The sour smoke from the fires that burned there irritated my eyes and the rank smell of burning garbage made me sick to my...

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Short Fiction – Hi-Tech Burnout

Short Fiction – Hi-Tech Burnout

 Not with a bang but a whimper               T.S. Eliot   The cities were the first to go when the robots took over. “For the same reason Willie Sutton robbed banks,” said Gee Bee Tee. “You can run but you can’t hide,” came the response across the chasm. “A few of us...

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Short Fiction – Lois

Short Fiction – Lois

 … of a good leader, who talks little,When his work is done, his aim fulfilled,They will all say, 'We did this ourselves.'                            Lao Tzu, Chapter 17 There are two types of people. Those who put their hands up in a room when they have something to...

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The Sea Gull Blogs – Mendocino A Half Century Ago

The Sea Gull Blogs – Mendocino A Half Century Ago

 Sea Gull Restaurant Stories© 2023 David Herstle Jones The Sea Gull Restaurant was a popular hangout in Mendocino during the 1970s and 80s. Lots of things happened there, good and bad. Think in the Morning has posted memories of several of these happenings in our...

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Short Fiction – In The Clover

Short Fiction – In The Clover

  Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:...

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What Might Be; What Is

What Might Be; What Is

  I see things. Out of the corners of my eyes. Bears in the woods. Snakes in the grass. Spiders in my bed. Warnings. They aren’t really there. But, they might be. And that’s the point. Better to see what isn’t there than miss what is. The dead watch us. They are out...

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Short Stories in situ

Short Stories in situ

 Unfinished Short Stories© 2023 David Herstle Jones Think in The Morning Below you will find a list of all short stories as originally posted by Think in the Morning. These stories are unfinished. I hope to edit them someday if I can find the time, maybe in my...

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Short Fiction – Nahual

Short Fiction – Nahual

  But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee.     Job 12-7  Tictetzoa in chalchihuitl, ticoaoazoa in quetaxlliYou have scratched the jade, you have torn apart the quetzal feather.     Aztec metaphor, Thelma D....

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