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The Improver

I killed somebody today. Not the victim I originally targeted, but things seem to be working out better this way. Before you call the cops, I should confess: I’m working on Book #3 of my… Read More »The Improver

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Imaginary Friends

Dickie George was his name, my first imaginary friend. As the only four-year-old among an extended family of grown-ups, I suppose it was the easiest way to have a same-age playmate anytime I wanted an adventure. At the dinner table, I would relate the exploits of Dickie George to my Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, and teen-age aunt, and enjoy their seemingly complete suspension of disbelief. To me, there was no doubt that he was a real person, a boy who did amazing things.Read More »Imaginary Friends

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