Wood Shed Writers, Greater Pittsburgh Area | est. 2024
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I was seven and on an errand for my Nana. I left the house in its usual bedlam, my brother and two sisters watching morning… more ›
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I don’t know what to expect when I walk into the courthouse carrying the emergency PFA and police documents. The elevator sign on the first… more ›
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Mary and John were happily married for 22 years. At least John was happy. Mary was not as sure. Oh, the day-to-day, week-to-week, month-to-month living… more ›
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The two friends look up at the cold, blue sky marred by fractal branches of the surrounding birch trees. The tan bark is hanging and… more ›
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“Whatever you do, don’t Google it!” The vet warned me with serious, penetrating eyes. “Ok. Why not?” I asked, my heart doing manic back flips… more ›
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Part One can be read here. Thomas again. There was only one place that interested me as a place of small “r” rest: a cemetery… more ›