A mix of thoughts, experiences, flash fiction, poetry and humor of Ann Bennett.
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Zephyr
Zephyr is a soft, peaceful breeze. And I thought it had to be an imaginary animal. For many of you, we will not meet again until the next A...
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This big brute of a biker walks into a bar. To let everyone know he has come to create a little trouble and to stay out of his way. He walk...
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I’ve been to the bridge where the water overflowed. The road with swirling eddies and an ice cold grip Steadying my step the river ca...
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I got these little scutters before my sister passed. I thought they would cheer everyone up in the house. Who knew the person I really got ...
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