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Love Affair with the Sea

The wind whistles my name,“You’re late for our adventure.” It tugs at my hair, twisting dreams into the strands. The surf swallows my prints—No matter, my feet leave more, daring the sand to remember.  Each time the sea surges, teasing, whispering, calling out, “Again?” I dance, bare toes sinking, weaving salt-laced promises into the tide. Foam kisses my ankles, tugs, pleads—"Stay." Laughter rises in my chest, wild as the waves. "Always." (c) 2025 Lynne Curry Published as Dancing with the…

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Paint the Silence

If Lonely calls, let the phone ring until it fades into silence. If Lonely taps your shoulder, brush it off. If Lonely slips you a note, fold it into an airplane and let the wind decide. If Lonely intercepts you as you’re walking,  wave toward the horizon. “I’m heading somewhere brighter.” If Lonely scoffs, explain, “I’m joining friends. Haven’t met them yet but will soon.” If Lonely follows you home to slip like a shadow under the door, tell Lonely,…

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The Vow

My heart pounded like a jackhammer as I reached the school’s back door at five a.m. High above, a crescent moon hung askew, its weak light struggling through the clouds, powerless to pierce the inky dark. What excuse would save me if caught? I’d likely lose my teaching job. Except—I owed it to Matt to take the risk. The ten-year-old’s trust echoed in my mind, the pain he’d spilled into last week’s free-writing assignment anchoring me. When I had invited…

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The Workplace Sleuth Series

Against the raw, untamed beauty of an Alaska few ever see beyond a cruise ship deck, Human Resources sleuth Jess Cassidy tackles the experiences every woman encounters at some point in her life—grief that knocks her to her knees; fears that paralyze risk-taking; betrayal that cuts deep; and the need to summon courage when it matters most.

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Valentine’s Day Roses Ran Away

The leftover roses murmured bloom to bloom, clutched their thorns, then flung themselves from flower shop windows. Their absence the next morning puzzled the florist He stared at the empty buckets, and shrugged, “Just as well.” He hated throwing day-late flowers in the trash. The runaway roses drank in the night sky, exulted in fresh air, rubbed blooms against dandelion fluff, and bared their spines to the wind. Tired petals loosened, sighed and fluttered to the ground. Free at last…

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Flight to Courage

The plane bucked as turbulence hit, jolting me from my book. Outside the window, shadows swallowed the light. I hated these bush plane flights, but dad counted on my monthly visits. A deep, ragged cough broke through my earplugs. My attention snapped toward the pilot. Another cough wracked him, and he swayed. Panic clawed my gut. No co-pilot. Only the pilot and two other kids on this flight. The twin ten-year-old boys also from a split household, making their monthly…

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