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		<title>The cowboy in the transom</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2010/01/02/the-cowboy-in-the-transom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 15:09:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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“This is not the sort of thing you expect to find in an upscale law office.”
Mr. Wentworth was commenting on the cowboy who was lodged in the transom of the entryway to our offices, Wentworth, Dysan and Gushaty. I had to agree with him. It was an uncommon place for a cowboy to be.
As Mr. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I pity the pedestrian</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2009/12/14/i-pity-the-pedestrian/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 15:51:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I pity the pedestrian
That knows no life of ease
Just a swirl of salt-like snow
And a thousand ways to freeze
I pity the pedestrian
His burden and his fate
His bags all filled with groceries
His always cautious gait
I pity the pedestrian
And all that he must bear
The mittens, toques and sweaters
And his long underwear.
The ice that scales the sidewalks
Provides no [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Things the dog brought home from the woods</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2009/10/24/things-the-dog-brought-home-from-the-woods/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:29:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The dog was always bringing things back home from the woods – sticks, lost gloves, the bones of luckless animals that had succumbed to inattentiveness or the lack of a survivor’s reflex – and she would leave them at the door for Ethan.
This time she brought back a human hand. It had been gnawed, partly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I’ve never been to Pasadena</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2009/10/23/never-been-to-pasadena/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 15:01:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Are there moose in Pasadena?”
“Are there what? Where?”
“Moose. In Pasadena. I just ask ‘cause I’ve never been to Pasadena.”
Evelyn looked at Mr. Houle as if he had lost his mind. Mr. Houle had what people called “quirks.” White hair, a little bent and a smallish man, he was frailty’s poster child.
He was actually sixty-five and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Reflections &#8211; locations on five continents</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2007/11/12/reflections-locations-on-five-continents/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 14:39:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She looked in the mirror and found to her horror that she was in the wrong house. Not a bad house, mind you. She found it quite stylish. The décor was very much to her taste, though the colour scheme was certainly not one she would have chosen herself. (She would have been afraid to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In progress: blog reno for Sunday Stories</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2007/11/08/in-progress-blog-reno-for-sunday-stories/</link>
		<comments>http://sundaystories.ca/2007/11/08/in-progress-blog-reno-for-sunday-stories/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:23:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Blather]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sunday Stories]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[As you can see, I&#8217;ve made some changes here. Okay &#8230; the truth is, you probably haven&#8217;t visited here in a while and no longer recall what it looked like before or what was here. As it turns out, while not an extensive blog there were numerous posts. And they will show up here again, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A system for socks</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/06/24/a-system-for-socks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 13:13:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He woke up, wondering where his sock was.
“I’m looking for 14B. Have you seen 14B?”
No one answered. They may have still slept. Again, Roger asked, though more quietly now, “Has no one seen 14B?”
14B was a sock. Specifically (as indicated by the ‘B’) it was a right sock. Left socks were categorized as ‘A.’ (Roger [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The starter sentence</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/05/21/the-starter-sentence/</link>
		<comments>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/05/21/the-starter-sentence/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 15:02:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://sundaystories.ca/?p=138</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[“I was not offended that JJ didn’t use my starter sentence.”
I said this aloud although there was no one in the room but the cat to hear my declaration.
Well, that was not entirely true. A character was there, ill-defined though he or she was, but with a need to respond.
“So what was chosen?” the character [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dinner is cancelled</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/04/29/dinner-is-cancelled/</link>
		<comments>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/04/29/dinner-is-cancelled/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 14:29:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Short story]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[comedy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eye]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[humor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[humour]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[story]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was either a pill or a piece of candy. Or it was Donny&#8217;s missing eye.
I was hoping for the pill or candy.
If it was the eye &#8230; Well, Mitzi the cat had it and was swatting it around the room as if it were a pinball and her paws were flippers.
She scrambled after it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The porcelain urns</title>
		<link>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/04/09/the-porcelain-urns/</link>
		<comments>http://sundaystories.ca/2006/04/09/the-porcelain-urns/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2006 14:09:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[story]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[urn]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The sound it made when it broke proclaimed the sudden turn my life would take. Though not sounding anything like a starter&#8217;s pistol it managed to convey the same sense &#8211; begin. Now!
Through the window I could see the sky graying with clouds. The air surrounding me was becoming thicker, heavy with increasing humidity and [...]]]></description>
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