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My Short Story, "Roll the Dice!"

  Copyright Glo Lewis 10/19/2023   Dear Readers of My Blog, 💚   I have decided to share my short story, “Roll the Dice!” with you; this is not a memoir! Here is the story below (As usual, God bless, and I'll be in touch soon):     Roll the Dice! Copyright Glo Lewis 10/19/2023               “Roll the dice!” my father shouted. He was drinking his usual creamed coffee with lots of sugar that I had just served him, but he was drunk. They all were-- he and his friends-- the union thugs. It was a hot September night in 1966 in the Bay Area. My father had just been on the TV news the night before. Some reporter had stuck a microphone in his face and eagerly asked him what was going on with the Teamsters. “We’re calling a wildcat strike,” my dad said into the camera, and he looked so smart and handsome. Now the men all wore short-sleeved shirts with the little cuffs rolled up. At that time, I don’t remember anyone referring to that look as a “wife-beater” T-shi

My Short Story, "Among the Shoals."

    Copyright Glo Lewis 10/8/2023   Dear Readers of My Blog, 💚   I have decided to share my short story, “Among the Shoals” with you. Here is the story below (As usual, God bless, and I'll be in touch soon):     Among the Shoals Copyright Glo Lewis 10/8/2023               Sometimes I use my binoculars. I can see into almost every piece of glass on that house as there are no blinds. Earlier, the man straddled a chair wearing only a green garter belt, stockings, and crimson stilettos. His round, white buttock was turquoise with tattoos. He raised his leg, and the pendulous testicles swung like those of an old bloodhound. Feral red hair sprouted from his gluteal cleft and his head.    Now he is squeezing her throat. Before this, there was yelling, and then the screaming started. Her arched posture, arms flailing, exudes terror.    He has released her neck. I am watching the assault through a slat in my bedroom mini blind. The light is on over their