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Kicking Television

(Author's note: This a piece of flash fiction I've had sitting around for years, with bruises of rejection from various lit mags and websites across the country. It has nowhere else to go, so here it is, free for you if interested. Enjoy.)

Denny Dobson awoke and rolled to his left, smiling.

It was the same dream he'd had on Tuesday, the same dream he'd had on Monday. She had the same dark hair and dark eyes, the same white woolen sweater as the nights before. He took a walk with her down a darkened neighborhood street,  Read More 
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