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Milford Dispatches No. 6 – A Triptych of Intimacy
Somewhat more serious than my others. Still comical with a little mischief. Evelynna navigates intimacy in three facets of life, the Chicago Bears win the game, and the DeLancys attend Sunday Mass. Part 1 – The Wash “Evelynna, does your husband ever wash his own laundry?” Isadora inquired. She stood behind a checkered ironing board…
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Milford Dispatches No. 4 — The Reveal
Part 1 – Ready The sun cast an early orange glow on the rooftops of Milford, like a smattering of zest on a Bundt cake. Tom DeLancy, of 27 Mason Drive, tossed a silken blue necktie around his shoulders. He began carefully tying an overhand knot. Simple. Efficient. Effective. Not unlike the man himself. He…
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There Are No Rules in Recovery
My spouse gave me a Coffee Crisp. It’s been years since I’ve had one. I broke a piece off yesterday to savor along with my coffee. I ate another piece today and still have half for later. Am I restricting? Am I “cutting food in small pieces”? or Am I enjoying a once forbidden treat…
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Jazz Mallone and the Case of the Disappearing Woman
Monday, June 2, 2024. She entered the bar like a bad breakup song—smudged mascara, cherry lipstick, black leggings, stilettos, and an oversized sweatshirt. Like a poet without a rhyme. Said she’s been in town six weeks, I’d have guessed six hours. Said she writes smut novels I probably haven’t heard of. “Try me,” I dared.…
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Milford Dispatches No. 3 — The Ladies’ Guild
–Moussaka– Evelynna DeLancy sat at her oak dining table with a glass of iced tea. A wedding gift from Aunt Roberta, almost overtook their Chicago apartment, but she’d never part with it. It suited their new home fine. Another knock at the side door brought Evelynna out of her thoughts. “Hello, hope I’m not interrupting?”…
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Introducing Milford Dispatches
Milford Dispatches is a serialized portrait of 1950s Midwestern suburbia, where appearances deceive and power is choreographed behind closed doors. At the center is Evelynna DeLancy. A magnetic newcomer with a double life as an abstract painter, a mentor, and, in private, a domestic domme. Her husband, Tom, is the town’s newly appointed chief of police,…
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Milford Dispatches No. 2 — Artist at Work
–Unboxing– Chief Tom DeLancy adjusted his tie for the fifth time, inspecting his uniform in a mirror propped against the bedroom wall. No lint. No wrinkles. Evelynna had ironed and polished everything the night before. His new badge caught the pink sunrise: Chief DeLancy, Milford Police Dept. A promotion from his former captain post in…
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Milford Dispatches No. 1 – The Moving Truck
-The Moving Truck- A moving truck slowly rolls into midwestern suburbia. It’s a sunny September afternoon—a typical Thursday for this quiet Milford neighborhood, until the rumbling arrival of the moving truck. The grey truck slows to a halt in front of 27 Mason Street and backs into the drive just before the car park. A…
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Chelsie Carolyn•Author•Artist•Neurospicy Creator 