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“Why’d you do it?” I asked him. I never liked small talk. I didn’t see what other people saw in it. Figured my question would cut to the chase. “Huh?” he looked back at me, head cocked. “Why’d you choose to adopt her?” I clarified. “Oh,” he focused back on the TV. His favorite driverContinue reading “Friday Night Fiction (Part 5)”

The home was dilapidated. Nothing good happens in a dilapidated home. Everyone knows that. If you can’t take care of the outside, how can you possibly take care of the inside?  If you can’t wipe off the dining room table, how can you possibly eat in peace? Dilapidated. And dark. Dark no matter how much theContinue reading “Friday Night Fiction (Part 4)”

Foster home carousel. That’s how her life started. Birth mom was an alcoholic. Birth dad was a drug addict. They couldn’t take care of themselves. How could they possibly take care of a baby? In a matter of weeks, the baby wasn’t “their baby” anymore. She was someone else’s baby. Then she was someone else’sContinue reading “Friday Night Fiction (Part 3)”

It all started in a no-name town. The type of town that no one has ever heard of, that no one ever comes to visit, that no one ever leaves. That kind of town. The little church in the country was quaint, just like an old story book. White, square, straight, rigid inside and out,Continue reading “Friday Night Fiction (Part 2)”