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Under the Streetlight
It was a Saturday night, the first night I ever saw the man, he stood under a street light down below, not far from my building. It was a brothel that sat on an old street corner with a flashing pink sign that said “Sunday School!”. I remember so vividly my first time seeing this… — read more
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Ben’s Song
It was lost with a grace that was knowing all within God’s big arms. Swallowed whole and taken early like a misplaced piece on a board. It meant a lot and yet a whole little at a time. Challenge after challenge came, and sons stayed forever young. His cell was lonely. Even his lawyer looked… — read more
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Gunfight on the Mormon’s Trail
The two men walked together side by side at an unruly pace. One limped, the other stopped and started, awaiting his companion to take the lead before he caught up to him. One was a Klamath man, the other half Colville, half white, though he looked mostly white. They carried rifles and wore fur coats.… — read more
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Twelve Minutes Too Late
The bell on the door of Blakeland Books chimed, it was a cold and hard afternoon. The shop had no heating and was only a touch above the outside in terms of temperature. A man in a thick woolen overcoat walked in. He held himself tight, his hands buried in his pockets and his eyes… — read more
An achive of stories written by Dade O'Connell. Contact at oconnelldade@gmail.com
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