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Short Fiction

Oz - A Short Story

Glenda Lewelling has just been introduced to Geoff Flemington, one of the most appealing men she's ever met. The only problem? Glenda lives in Chicago, and in two days, Geoff will be on his way home to Australia.

"You captured Geoff and his Aussie ways perfectly. The kind of hero, who sees a woman he connects with, and goes for broke, but in a gentle, sincere way. I loved the words and feelings you gave Geoff, to make Glenda feel that she would regret not giving him a go ... brilliant writing."  Lucy Forster (from OZ)

"I just finished reading OZ, and I loved it. The voice is fabulous and the sexual tension sublime. I didn't want the story to end." ~ Monica Burns, multi-published author

"A confession?  I haven't read much lately that puts a smile on my face.  This story did just that.  in fact, I'm still smiling...  I can't put my finger on exactly what enchanted me so much about this story, but enchanted I was... if you're looking for a wonderful (albeit short) read, I highly recommend "Oz".  The Long and the Short of it Reviews.   

"A great short story!"  Cocktail Reviews
 

                                   

Excerpt

"You're too nice for your own good," her sister said when Glenda told her she was going to the wedding with Steven. "He'll find someone to talk to. I heard two-hundred guests. You're the one who won't know anybody. Besides, when it's over, it's over."

All true. But when she told Steven she wasn't going to be seeing him anymore, and he realized that meant no date for the wedding, he'd been so upset, she just hadn't had the heart to go through with it. He'd begged, and she'd caved.

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COLOSSUS COMMUNICATION

By Ann Warner

Amy and Stuart had a perfect marriage.

Or, they did until the day Amy needed a plant stand and used one of the dishes Stuart brought from his previous marriage.  The sky-blue plate was the perfect foil for the miniature yellow rose plant, and sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, it looked... elegant.

Stuart didn't notice the rose until the next morning at breakfast.  It was a beautiful spring day, and they planned to go to the zoo so Jill could see the animals from her picture books.

Jill was singing her morning song, picking up Cheerios one at a time to gum, and Amy was eating a bowl of cereal as well.  Then Stuart spotted the rose.  "What's this?"

"It's one of those miniature roses," Amy said.  "Isn't it pretty?  And they're not very expensive."

"I'm not talking about the plant.  Why are you using my plate?"

"Your plate?"  Amy was genuinely puzzled.  Weren't they married?  Wasn't everything that was his now hers?  And vice versa, of course.

"That plate was a gift to Lisa and me when we got married, and I don't want it all mucked up with plant droppings."

The plant wasn't dropping anything, but Amy was.  Her mouth fell open.  Up to now everything she'd done had been fine with Stuart.  As long as she left his workshop alone, he was a happy man.  He'd let her decorate the house the way she wanted, even when she used florals for their bedroom, something her friends informed her would have sent their husbands into orbit.  And he let her pick the music they listened to and the movies they went to see.

He even ate her cooking and complimented it without offering suggestions. 

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