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• All Saints’ Day - by J.P.J. Fox         My mother checked in to the hospital at eleven a.m. on Halloween, 1958. She was overdue. After inducing her, the doctor advised, “You’ll have this baby between four and eight p.m.”        But for some reason, Halloween was not my day. As the hours approached midnight, my father… {more}
  
  
• Buzz Off - by J.P.J. Fox Buzzy found people vexing. Everyone. Like they were impossible to avoid. On the bus, the sidewalks. In the shops, the park. The ones at the office were the worst.He snubbed his sister long ago. She was the one who first called him “Buzzy.” His parents had named… {more}
  
  
• Eau d’Ascenseur - by J.P.J. Fox “No, we’re not moving,” I replied.The scrawny guy looked uptight when he first entered the elevator. Now he was panicking.The woman doused in cologne said, “Press the red button.” The man wearing gym shorts and headphones didn’t respond, so I reached around him. He stank of perspiration.The… {more}
  
  
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• Hungry - by J.P.J. Fox “You want to go out to eat?” Gil asked, considering what Jennie had just proposed as he was hanging his coat in the hall closet.“Yeah,” Jennie said from the kitchen entrance.“It’s a nasty night to go out. And the roads might get icy.”“Then let’s go soon . . . before… {more}
  
  
• Lifeline - by J.P.J. Fox         A breeze off the harbor and a cold beer quenched my soul more than the nearby pristine beaches and clear turquoise sea could. I sat at the far table for four on the narrow, railed deck of Café Detour and stared out into the street.        When… {more}
  
  
• Nobody Was Hurt - by J.P.J. Fox I.  They Miss the Ferry         Philip had seen things like this on the six o’clock news, but it was worse to experience it on the road. Another tractor-trailer had wandered onto a passenger car parkway and crashed into a low overpass. Philip Henderson groaned on this bright… {more}
  
  
• Sunday Guy - by J.P.J. Fox While I’m busy restocking, Joann comes in and says, “Hi Dylan.” She grabs the ten-dollar wine she buys regularly. “I have a ten. I’ll leave it here.”Later, Clark shows up. “Hi Dylan,” as he heads for the Pinot Noirs. Our “How are you?” chat is pleasant.Ron Johnson… {more}
  
  
• This Thursday - by J.P.J. Fox Roger is always fun to talk with, and Irene has her good days, but Ellie is unpredictable. I visit each of them on Thursday afternoons. If I’m ever tucked into a senior home, I hope someone visits me. Even a place as lively as The Meadows can be… {more}
  
  
• Trick or Treat - by J.P.J. Fox         “What were you thinking?” Connor Nixon scolded his son Brad, who sat on the cot, looking down at the cell floor. “You thought you were being funny?” He paused for Brad’s response, but there was none. “Well, the joke’s on you.”        “I’m sorry,” Brad muttered. He… {more}
  
  
• What God Hath Wrought - by J.P.J. Fox “Our government is in a constitutional crisis,” self-proclaimed sage Ryder Milton tweeted to his 633,535 followers. “All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest,” Phoebe Pratt replied, his strongest pundit with 818,990 followers. 2,014 trolls flamed her. 607… {more}
  
  

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