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Category: If Walls Could Talk

  • Doll House – If Walls Could Talk – Fiction Friday

    It was during the measles outbreak that one of the boys got hold of some pink fingernail polish. He painted daubs of splotches on my outsides facing the street part of me. Then he went around the bedroom and gave all of the baby dolls a really bad outbreak. One of the girls cried inconsolably…

  • Ice House – If Walls Could Talk – Fiction Friday

    The oldest guy, who isn’t all that old, if you ask me, claims the regular work-a-day people needed ice on a regular basis in their kitchens. The ice man had to standardize the size of the ice chunk so they could fit the ice into boxes.

  • Ab Ale House bums a Smoke – Fiction Friday

    I was a gathering place for people who socialized, not just a bar where you go up and order a beer and take it back to a beat down table where friends consumed as much as they could going from happy to sad to confrontational back to happy again. Sorry, I started to rant, there.