Tag Archives: short stories

Learning To Dance

Posted on September 9, 2021 by labeak52

When Wendell Douglas come back from the war he looked to be about a foot taller.  He’d volunteered as soon as he was of age and shipped out right before the Allies took the beaches in Normandy.  He didn’t see … Continue reading →

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Writing Lesson #2 Flight of the Bluebird

Posted on February 1, 2020 by labeak52

In my last post I wrote about how the best writing does not out and out tell you the bottom line or the point, but it drops convincing hints all along the way that lead the reader to conclude the … Continue reading →

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Justice

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

Since we were to live in Houston only about a year, long enough for dad to make his contribution to the engineering of a new polyethylene plant in Taft, Louisiana, we moved into an apartment instead of buying a house.  … Continue reading →

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Music To His Ears

Posted on September 4, 2019 by labeak52

It had already been a long day. A personal-injury case I thought I had settled blew up again. My star witness, acting without my knowledge, gave a statement to the defense.  Killed the case. I don’t know why and everybody … Continue reading →

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Sketch for a Rainy Morning

Posted on May 4, 2018 by labeak52

The ice on his windshield was thin and in what was now rain instead of snow it loosened easily and fell to the wet pavement with only a stroke of the scraper.   Inside the car he turned the heater … Continue reading →

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Music to His Ears

Posted on March 7, 2018 by labeak52

It had already been a long day.   A case I thought I had settled blew up again.  My star witness gave a statement to the defense.  I don’t know why and everybody in the office seemed to blame me … Continue reading →

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Voices XVI

Posted on May 3, 2017 by labeak52

  It’s the last day of school.  For the year.  And for me the last day forever.  I’ve been here for forty-five years and only four of those as a student.  I stand here now in the main hallway before … Continue reading →

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evening post, May 2, 2017

Posted on May 2, 2017 by labeak52

After supper he took the coffee pot from the burner and poured himself another half cup and sat down again at the kitchen table, now cleared of dishes.   He tipped the cup over his saucer and dribbled the coffee … Continue reading →

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Writing 101

Posted on December 28, 2016 by labeak52

  Here’s an interesting combination: Any Bloom is both a novelist and a psychotherapist. Better yet, she thinks the two disciplines are related. I confess I haven’t read any of her books, but my contemplation of the quote I am … Continue reading →

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midnight post, august 26, 2015

Posted on August 26, 2015 by labeak52

Hey, American literature fans.  Here’s another free sample from my new novel which is destined to become a classic.  You can buy it for $3.49 right here. I remember every detail of the evening Sherry Johnson came back to me; … Continue reading →

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