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Sad, Pretty

Winslow went numb with amazement. The voice was unmistakable, the shape of the head, the same, though the girl’s bashfulness came as a surprise. He supposed a national audience would make anyone a little nervous. "How utterly depraved." Gail had slouched back in her chair and slung an arm over the back. "What will they be doing next? Animals?" "Isn’t that what they’re doing?" Becca looked up from her fingernail, bored. Winslow studied his ex-wife, then his daughter. Shouldn’t they, of all people, be able to understand, show some compassion? […]

Sad, Pretty

The suggestion had confused Winslow at first; but after a brief exchange, during which the girl’s age became apparent, he actually felt the blood drain from his face. Disbelief kicked in: Fifteen? Where were her parents? Right away, paranoia waved its hand from the back of his mind to ask what if someone saw him talking to her. He abruptly disengaged her. Then, as though his own age and a few noble intentions might actually provide him immunity from any possible misunderstanding, he proceeded to stalk the girl around the […]

PreTeena September 26 – October 2

September 26, 2016 September 27 September 28 September 29 September 30 October 1 October 2 <——- Previous week’s cartoons* Next week’s cartoons ——>

A Blind Date

The Republic Restaurant Near Ft. Worth Stockyards Late April 2017 Libby Rain hummed “Deep in the Heart of Texas” as she moved her water goblet from one side of the place setting to the other. It had been a long few days at the front desk of the accounting office where she worked. She had been fielding angry calls all week. Yes, she understood that the ACA penalty was an affront to the personal autonomy the country was founded on. No, she didn’t know of a way around it, but […]

Blind Date

The Republic Restaurant Near Ft. Worth Stockyards Late April 2017 Libby Rain hummed “Deep in the Heart of Texas” as she moved her water goblet from one side of the place setting to the other. It had been a long few days at the front desk of the accounting office where she worked. She had been fielding angry calls all week. Yes, she understood that the ACA penalty was an affront to the personal autonomy the country was founded on. No, she didn’t know of a way around it, but […]

PreTeena September 19-25 2016

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Week Thirty: The National Anthem

“In conclusion,” I said, “the single best piece of advice that I have for you is to register to vote. Wherever else you go, whatever else you do, you will always have the responsibility to vote. Making sure that you are registered is not only the smart thing to do; it’s the right thing to do. And I expect to see all of you who are eligible to vote at the polls on Election Day.” It got a nice round of applause from the West Hanover High School audience, or […]

Unsilent Majority

“Have we made a choice for dessert?” the waiter asked Jim and Janet Crawford. The couple sat in a corner in Knoxville’s Ye Olde Steakhouse going over the menu. Finally, Jim put his menu on the table and looked at Janet. “Want to do the Hershey Bar Cake?” he asked. She smiled and nodded. “Will that be to share?” asked the waiter. Jim nodded. “I’ll be right back with it,” said the waiter. When the waiter left the table, Jim stood up. “Sorry, I have to go the restroom,” he […]

PreTeena September 12-18

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Week Twenty-Nine: The Media Buy

I was in the WaWa in the strip mall across Hanover Avenue from the strip mall where my campaign headquarters is located. I got a nice healthy bottle of Odwalla carrot juice and a bag of Chex mix, and walked to the counter. “Can’t let you have that, sir,” the cashier said. “The sign only says I can’t have Tastykakes,” I pointed out. “It doesn’t say anything about Chex mix.” “We’re trying to look out for your waistline, sir.” I sighed, paid for the healthy carrot juice, and walked outside […]