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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin: Uncovered
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin. Monday, May 23, 2016. Miss Gladys Blyfield peered from her window at the Hope on the Hill Nursing Home which overlooked Lake Colton. A prolonged drought and additional use for agriculture upstream had so diminished the flow into Lake Colton that it was beginning to reveal all that had been submerged when it was formed. Dick Jamieson’s display of dignity in the midst of his grief was quite touching. No one ever went looking for Shirley. She had been seen more th...Eventually,...
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin: May 2016
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin. Monday, May 23, 2016. Miss Gladys Blyfield peered from her window at the Hope on the Hill Nursing Home which overlooked Lake Colton. A prolonged drought and additional use for agriculture upstream had so diminished the flow into Lake Colton that it was beginning to reveal all that had been submerged when it was formed. Dick Jamieson’s display of dignity in the midst of his grief was quite touching. No one ever went looking for Shirley. She had been seen more th...Eventually,...
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin: June 2016
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin. Monday, June 27, 2016. On the whole, life was pretty dull and mundane for a retired teacher with no family. Julia’s husband had passed away seven years earlier, just before her retirement. They had never had any children, so she could not complain, as some friends did, about the excessive drama created by younger generations, and the ways in which time could be consumed with their needs. What if she wrote a book under a pen name? She couldn’t stand watching soap operas...
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin: Dew on Cracked Clay
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin. Thursday, July 7, 2016. Dew on Cracked Clay. 8220;If this continues, it is not just her spirit which will dry up. It is her very life which is at risk,” her friends murmured. Once a soul reaches a certain point of hardness, even a torrent cannot penetrate the cracked clay of despair. Especially a torrent accomplishes nothing as it bounces off and runs away. A drop….on the other hand….a single drop…. Jessica almost smiled. How ironic! A tiny individual drop of moisture fell o...
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin: July 2016
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin. Thursday, July 7, 2016. Dew on Cracked Clay. 8220;If this continues, it is not just her spirit which will dry up. It is her very life which is at risk,” her friends murmured. Once a soul reaches a certain point of hardness, even a torrent cannot penetrate the cracked clay of despair. Especially a torrent accomplishes nothing as it bounces off and runs away. A drop….on the other hand….a single drop…. Jessica almost smiled. How ironic! A tiny individual drop of moisture fell o...
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin: The Ticket
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Short Stories by Ruth Chapin. Monday, June 27, 2016. On the whole, life was pretty dull and mundane for a retired teacher with no family. Julia’s husband had passed away seven years earlier, just before her retirement. They had never had any children, so she could not complain, as some friends did, about the excessive drama created by younger generations, and the ways in which time could be consumed with their needs. What if she wrote a book under a pen name? She couldn’t stand watching soap operas...