A Short Story by Michael F. Nyiri Originally created for WhenWordsCollide on Xanga: March 25, 2011 She sat forward with a jolt. Birds in the distance warbled in song, as if they were chirping for the first time. Her eyesight, failing for decades, seemed to be sharper. She looked straight ahead and focused on the lace curtains blowing almost wistfully in the warm summer breeze. She could make out the stitching. The curtain on the left was slightly yellowed. Suddenly Phyllis wa

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To honor my fifth year of sobriety, I am posting the first chapter of one of my "#blognovels", Drunkstory, written in 2009 and first...