Tag Archives: Cristine A. Gruber

Red

The light at the intersection is a commanding crimson, but the distracted driver of the cherry convertible fails to notice the customary change from cautionary yellow to perilous scarlet, his attention otherwise occupied, staring at the rosy lips of the … Continue reading

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The Poem

I wonder who it will be… that distant person who finds the poem, the one tucked away in the secret compartment of the rolltop desk. Will it be a remote relative who finds the folded prize, or perhaps just a … Continue reading

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Fighter

Cool hand on the glass, warm breath fogging the pane, I watch you through a maze of machines and monitors, your tiny heart beating so fast, trying to keep up in a world you weren’t ready to enter. The nurse … Continue reading

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