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What We Write Day by Day:

Fresh Fiction, Essays and Poetry


Passing the Coat


by Mo Conlan


A long time ago, when women thought that mink coats were glamorous, I bought myself one. I now know that I should have put that money into an IRA and bought a faux fur coat.

I am not particularly a shopper or clothes horse. I am not rich. What I was that winter was cold.

My usually temperate city was in the deep freeze. The streets iced over. The river froze. The key to my VW bug broke off in the door lock. I couldn’t get warm.

Huddled under a blanket on the couch reading the paper, I noticed an ad, half off fur coats. There is nothing warmer than a full-length fur coat. I knew this from secretly playing dress-ups with my grandmother’s when I was little.

One of the furs pictured took my breath away – like a costume from the movie “Dr. Zhivago.” (Russians know their fur coats.)

The entire odyssey of the fur coat...

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E Harmonious


by Kathy Coogan


Closure comes for five women after they plan the perfect revenge against a thieving husband guilty of bigamy, trigamy and so on.

Hint: Revenge flutters behind a small plane!

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Text Shorts

By Patty Lawrence


I like texting. Low expectations for sentences, eloquence, and grammar. That evolved into capturing little glimpses of the day that were not "text," but the premise remained the same.

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My gift to you, XX, is rope. Lots and lots of rope. Use it well.

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Overheard: “You wouldn’t like that pumpkin.” To 50-yr-old spouse about food choice.

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Overheard: “I used to be cool, but now I’m country.”

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Drinking wine while riding a bike is not necessarily a skill I want to master.

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Incredibly busy. Things slipping. Sunny forgive me. I completely forgot. Super busy adjustments: shorter emails, fewer words, priorities. I could write about being distracted.

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Rope XX. You used it beautifully. Thank you. Probably optimistic for this to be good-bye.

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Lame duck. In this instance it’s a promotion from plain old lame.

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On a bathroom wall: I love Dan not his wife.

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If someone asks me to do a job that requires tools, they should remind me I need to bring them.

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Out of grace or out of humor? Is there a difference?

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Conversation stopper: Vagina tattoos are not permanent but rather sealed with a kiss.

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Last night I was so tired that I not only slept though the thunderstorms but also the weather radio that was parked 2 feet from my head blaring thunderstorm warnings and the world's most obnoxious sirens from the park next door. Unnerving.

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I saw the sun this morning so I know it still rises. Thinking I should buy Prozac stock — right after I start taking it.

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Barbara and Joe married on my birthday on 1987. I have their matches. I wonder who they are?

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Setting the clock ahead for sleepovers is brilliant.

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Avery needed a book to read so I gave her "Little Women." More than fifty dried flowers stained various pages. Who knows when they were all added? One also had note from 1982, but I’d guess most were earlier. As usual she was suspicious of the book, “Are you sure I will like this?” She found the flowers fascinating. Was a lovely moment. She is not reading the book.

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