Cliffhanger Daily
11th Dec 13
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Dec. 19

I find it on a man who is buried under a pile of fresh mulch in the far […]

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Dec. 18

I go looking for the other glove. I find it.

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Dec. 17

All my gloves had mates.

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Dec. 16

It was a standard gray striped dollar-store work glove. Everybody uses those. I keep a pair in the […]

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Dec. 15

But now I had to think about the glove. Why was it there? Was it mine? Why didn’t […]

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Dec. 14

Then I noticed a glove was wedged in the corner of the threshold. Why the door hadn’t closed. […]

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Dec. 13

The dog ran that way, and I realized the front door was open. I got to it before […]

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Dec. 12

She walked past me going “Ack ack ack ack ack,” and now I can’t get Billy Joel’s “Movin’ […]

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Dec. 11

The cough has left me, but not the house. Darling still has it.

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Dec. 10

Because of the coffee table.

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