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The Misfit Table

Henry had always considered himself content. A retired English teacher with a tidy little house, a garden full of overgrown roses, and an enviable vinyl collection, he was used to solitude. Not lonely—just used to being alone. But as the string quartet began a soft rendition of Clair de Lune in the grand ballroom, he realized contentment was a fragile thing. He stood at the edge of the room, adjusting his tie—burgundy silk, a gift from a former student—and tried to steady his nerves. The wedding was for his niece, Clara, the last in a line of nieces and nephews who had grown up and moved on. The ballroom glittered with fairy lights and elegant sprays of white peonies, as couples twirled across the dance floor and generations of family toasted to new beginnings. Yet Henry felt as though he were floating slightly above it all—unmoored, watching life pass him by. When he finally found his seat, it was at what someone had jokingly dubbed “the misfit table.” A cluster of leftover guests: ag...
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Wings of Freedom

At a US Air Force Base nestled in the post-World War II countryside, laughter and joy filled the air as people celebrated in the atmosphere. Among them, First Lieutenant Jonathan Collins found himself in a cozy pub called "Wings of Freedom," surrounded by lively conversations and stories. Jonathan, a schoolteacher from Wisconsin, had joined the military after the attack on Pearl Harbor. He had an impressive record, but he never tried to stand out among high-ranking officers. This didn't bother him much as he was at a crossroads in his life; his wife had left him for the town's mayor and he didn't want to return home. Despite this, he held no resentment towards his ex-wife; their marriage had been distant. Unlike his fellow comrades who often participated in wild activities, Jonathan preferred to keep to himself- he was basically an innocent in many ways.  As the night went on and he became slightly intoxicated, Major William Johnson, known for his stern demeanor a...
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Alderberry Lane

When Stephen returned to his late mother’s house on Alderberry Lane, it didn’t feel like home so much as a stage set—lovingly arranged but eerily inert, waiting for its lead actor to fumble his way through the old lines. The porch steps gave a weary creak beneath his weight, like an old friend too polite to sigh aloud. The brass doorknob was cool in his hand, polished from years of habit, not use. He opened the door, and the familiar scent hit him: lavender sachets tucked in unseen drawers, a faint trace of lemon polish clinging to the baseboards, and under it all, that faint must of time unbothered.   The furniture had softened and slumped, like actors gone method in their old age. The living room armchair still let out a complaining grunt when he sat, and the couch wore its crocheted afghans with the unbothered glamor of an elderly socialite attending her fifth memorial service of the month. The side tables, all mismatched in height and origin, stood expectantly, like they were a...
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The Park Toilets

The sun lingered low in the expansive sky, draping a warm, golden hue over the park's lush greenery as Harold leisurely ambled along the winding path. His plump figure swayed gently with each step, creating a rhythm in sync with the tranquility around him. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, mingling with the cheerful, distant laughter of children engrossed in their play, crafting a serene and idyllic backdrop for his afternoon stroll. In these precious moments, Harold found a deep sense of solace, a temporary escape from the confines of his cramped apartment and the relentless weight of his daily routine. As he rounded a gentle bend in the path, the sight of the all-too-familiar public restroom came into view. It stood as a dilapidated structure, its once-vibrant paint now peeling away like layers of forgotten memories, and the door hung slightly ajar, swaying with a faint creak. Despite its sorry state, Harold felt an urgent need to relieve himself. He paused for a bri...
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