When Christmas Shows Up by Francine Witte
When Christmas shows up, first one without you, we leave your chair empty.
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At Some Point, Bob Turned into a Dog by Francine Witte
Which is great, because I actually like him better this way. A dog isn’t likely to run off with your best friend, and come back six months later, panting for forgiveness.
Taurus: My Taurus Mama by Francine Witte
“I have decided to become a Scorpio,” my Taurus mama says. “Scorpios,” she whispers, “are lucky in love.”
The Itch in Her by Francine Witte
It’s Christmas but there’s the itch in her. A heart itch, she calls it. It started when Harry stopped calling. And that was forever ago.
Mandy Wants to Touch the Horizon by Francine Witte
“It’s there. I can see it,” she says. She is all floaty wings and bathing cap as she stands on the shore line. The salty lip of the surf at her feet.
Wedding Cake Farm by Francine Witte
Uncle Astor had a wedding cake farm. Aunt Lula was against it at first. Folks don’t want a cake from out of the ground, she said. But Uncle Astor proved her wrong.
Mushrooms, for example by Francine Witte
Mildred never cared much for them. Says they are too much like men, and you can’t always smell the poison.