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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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Short Fiction – Intestinal Fortitude

Short Fiction – Intestinal Fortitude

 A woman in a black and white minidress and black spiked heels walked up to the podium. The crowd grew silent. “What we as a country have lost is our intestinal fortitude. I’m entering this race for the Presidency of these United States to Return America To Sanity...

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Short Fiction – Three Weeks In Mexico

Short Fiction – Three Weeks In Mexico

 Everyone said that Paul was born under a lucky star. The sun followed him wherever he went. There was seldom a dark cloud. He was loved. His friends were strong and his enemies weak. He’d seen death. Some friends. Some family. It shook him but it didn’t stop him from...

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