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C JEAN DOWNER: Where My Friend’s Brother Died

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Townsfolk named it Suicide Hill, a dirt road heading into the setting sun. It intersected train tracks near the bottom, with no warning lights or crossbars. My friend called it Memory Lane, and we rode our bikes in the midday, coasting toward make-shift crosses, feet off pedals, setting spirits free.

C. Jean Downer is a writer of creative words; here are fifty. She lives in Surrey, British Columbia. You can find her at cjeandowner.com and on Twitter at @cjeandowner.

C JEAN DOWNER: A Widower’s Decline

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Numbness spread through him as the years passed, undoing the wishes they made throwing pennies into Fontaine des Mers while strolling the Place de la Concorde. Now, a lifetime later and too old for dreams, he tossed pocket change in a jam jar next to their bed before falling asleep.

C. Jean Downer is a writer of creative words; these are just a few. She lives in Surrey, British Columbia. You can find her at cjeandowner.com and on Twitter at @cjeandowner.