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Brad Harris's Writings

Short Story
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Oct.08.2010
She stops by only briefly, a tray laden with steaming plates weighing her down. Her kind, dark eyes and wrinkled-smile exude mischief as they meet mine. One of the meals is passed down to me and I gently move aside the Superman comic I was reading to accommodate the plate. Behold, it's a collection of my favorites! Grandma's Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes,...
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Oct.08.2010
When I was a young boy, my second grade class took on a very special project. Each of us received a caterpillar and was instructed in how to care for it. Over several weeks, we nurtured those caterpillars until they finally spun their cocoons and became dormant. Then, we waited. And waited some more. For an impatient second grader, you can imagine how hard this...
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Oct.08.2010
She’s home now, back in a familiar environment so that she will be comfortable. The hospital bed sitting in the middle of the living room, with furniture moved aside in strange combinations to allow for space, does much to disrupt that feeling of familiarity, though. I can tell from looking at her, as she gazes around the room with the knowledge that this is...