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We are frequently faced with opportunities of happiness. The question is do you dodge them out of fear that you don't deserve it or do you reach out and grab them knowing in your heart that you do? - JRM

Dave had met Travis at a back alley pub they use to frequent. Dim lights, a few solitary souls lost in their own worlds of despair. It hadn't changed much. Travis lifted his glass, "I found something..." Dave stopped laughing. "What something?" The ice cubes clanked against the side as if to punctuate the statement. Travis hesitated and looked up. The dim overhead light cast a dark shadow across his face, "Nadia, was pregnant when she was killed." Dave's stomach turned inside out and he felt the bile rise in his throat. The sour taste of vomit crept into his mouth. Six months ago she had left him a note, 'I have a surprise for you tonight

Erin glanced at the clock. With a soft sigh and smile she slipped out of bed and into a satin robe. She looked back at Cameron, blew him a kiss and headed to the kitchen. Today was the day. This was her big chance and she couldn't mess it up. She needed a killer dish to impress Chef Harden. Her cupboards were stocked, the pantry had just about every spice known to man; this shouldn't be that hard. She spent several minutes going between cupboards and pantry. Frustrated, Erin stood at the sink and stared out the window. She shivered as a cold wind blew in the partially open window. A few yellow and orange leaves stuck to the screen. "I have

Maybe it was the heat that brought people inside for the cool air, but the museum was unusually busy this particular day. People wandered the halls crossing from this side to that. They paused briefly here and there to look at the displays of stuffed animals, ancient tools, and maybe something from the not so distant past. A child spoke up, "Mommy? What's that machine?" The mother laughed quietly, "That's a typewriter. That's what I wrote letters on before we had computers. I had one just like that not so long ago." The mother frowned a little and shook her head. A smile replaced the frown as she took the child's hand and they meandered dow

The Owner, the Girl and the Truck   Kate stopped outside and closed her eyes. Please, she said to herself. The bells over the door rang as she walked in. The lights were dim. She wondered why a toy store would be so dim; after all, the point is to get people to come in. The owner looked at her, smiled and winked. He turned back to the small black and white television.   She pretended to look at toys on the tables and glanced at the owner every few steps; he was engrossed in a rerun of Ozzie and Harriet. She walked to the back wall and reached under the rack. The truck was still there. She sighed in relief, but it wasn't really much of a