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Television

Posted on January 6, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

The television’s sound was piercing the air. Its strange distortion caught my ear. I get angry when I feel that tug. As I walk to the distraction’s source, I see that it has changed its tack. The ugly advertisement has … Continue reading →

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Turning

Posted on October 4, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

We turned the situation around in our heads. We found a way for common ground. Together we fixed our argument. I forgot all our angry words. Our families do not understand. They want us to walk apart. They hate the … Continue reading →

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Telephone Ring

Posted on August 9, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

My neck bristled when I heard the telephone ring. I have been waiting years for the call. Perhaps I will be able to free myself today. I remember the time I soiled the carpet. My mother was angry and I … Continue reading →

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