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New to Five Minute Observations? Welcome. I’m Joe Class III, and I write stories and essays about what I notice, the encounters that reveal something true, and the moments that stick with you after they’re gone. If you’re just getting started, these three pieces will give you a sense of what this space is about:…
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“I have to tell you something.” The excitement in his voice told me I needed to pay attention to what he was about to say. “My son, who’s seven years old, watched Star Wars for the first time this past weekend!” I smiled. He continued his story, “I remember seeing it for the first time.…
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We don’t stop and think a lot about what happened to us as kids. Well, most people don’t. Then there are those of us, like me, that do. My thoughts turn to those events pivotal in my childhood, particularly when those moments are connected to blockbuster movies. Growing up in San Ramon, California, I…
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To all of you following and reading Stories, Antecdotes, and Real Life, thank you for your continued support, Keep reading. I’ll keep writing! One thing I would ask of you. Being on this side of the screen, I don’t have much real-time interaction with my audience – BUT I’D LOVE TO! Let me know if…
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Hanging off his left shoulder, his backpack looked heavier than it should be. Most of his life was tucked into the various pockets, including a cell phone and three rechargeable batteries. He was not used to being around people, having lived in the shadows and hillsides of civilized society. Talking was brutal, especially after not…
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Jonathan’s meeting ran a little longer than usual, which was expected. He did his best to keep himself from glancing periodically at his watch, but he knew that his next appointment would be more lucrative than this one. Budget meetings bored him. Not because the information wasn’t pertinent to his role but because the numbers…
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Cold. That’s what Grant woke up to, his head aching due to the lack of water and his daily caffeine regimen. The concrete was solid and cold. Not to mention that his back was aching from laying on it all night. The holding cell wasn’t supposed to be accommodating. At least that’s what his…
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As the bank’s leader, Jonathan, like it or not, oversaw human resources because he was an excellent judge of character. Not that Emily agreed. Most of the time, Jon tended to jump to conclusions instead of asking questions. But over several years, with coaching and guidance from Emily, he was so much better at it…
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Jonathan stared out the window of his office on the third floor of the Truman building. It was the highest floor of the odd-shaped structure, which was saying something for Danville. The shape was odd because it didn’t exactly fit the design standards of buildings. It wasn’t rectangular or square-shaped. Even a circle would’ve been…
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Standing up, Scott brushed off his uniform. “Right about here,” he pointed with the flashlight, “there’s a spot that doesn’t feel right. Tell me I’m wrong.” Bruce knelt down and felt the spot Scott pointed out to him. “No. You aren’t wrong. That’s a soft spot. Should we try to pry it open?” “And risk…
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“Fair enough. You want to answer any more questions?” Grant was silent. “I asked you a question, son.” “I want my attorney.” Sergeant Turner nodded, picking him up by the arm and leading him back to his car. “Watch your head, Mr. McNamar,” he said, helping him into the back seat of the police cruiser.…
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