The Doubt Point

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Soaring

At the age of two or three, I flew on a jet. I don’t remember what it was like as my small body travelled through the air, but I am familiar with flying. Since that flight, though I haven’t been on a plane, I have visited the skies on numerous occasions. I lived in the…
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The Plunge

At dawn, there was a burial at sea Only one attended; none gathered in a crowd It was a burial, a burial for me – I, as the priest, did make one final plea That to the depths this body would fall, never to reach heaven’s cloud At dawn, there was a burial at sea…
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On the Bus

Autumn was my favourite time of year to go on the bus. My route would take me through backroads adorned with red and golden leaves. Deer could often be spotted grazing in the frosty cornfields that were ready for harvest. With the side of my head leaning against the glass, I would slip into a…
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Black and White

The anonymous tip reported another murder last night. At least, that’s what my answering machine claims. My assistant’s electronic voice says that a body was uncovered on an island nearby, with the killer’s signature left on their chest: a horizontal chess piece. This time, it was the white Queen. For the past year, I have…
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