Salami

Salami

The summer after 6th grade, my lizard died. My parents had never owned reptiles before and the vet we took our dog to wouldn’t cremate…

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Sundown

Sundown

“Hey! Where’d that woman put my fan?” Mimi yelled. “That woman—she took it. I know she did. She’s always taking my stuff.” Ruth held her…

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Scavenging

Scavenging

A dozen donuts popped and sizzled in the deep fryer. As they floated into one another, Cosmo took out a pink box from under the…

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The Lesser King

The Lesser King

It’s just an unknown web journal that probably no one reads, but something I wrote has been published. I’m thrilled. You would be, too. I…

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Trespassing

Trespassing

Their mother knocked on the door and leaned inside quick enough to catch Susan swaying to “The Wallflower” playing on her transistor radio. Elyse, lying…

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An Evening with my Father

An Evening with my Father

I noticed the paint coming off the white iron table in the lawn. I had made two steaming cups of coffee, baked some shortbread for…

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Catacomb

Catacomb

The soft, wet grass beneath our rain boots made squelching sounds as we straggled behind the tour group led by a small, dark-haired, Italian woman….

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In Those Days

In Those Days

In those days, there were no wheelie bins, there was no recycling: you put the trash out in round metal cans of the sort you…

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The Architect

The Architect

“I need three Model B’s by this afternoon,” said George Oxburn, “And Harrison, nothing fancy.” Oxburn pointed to a sign posted above Ronald Harrison’s cubicle:…

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Cats

Cats

‘I have been thinking about getting a cat for some time,’ my husband said between sips of tea. I looked up in surprise. I had…

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The Incandescence of Boredom

The Incandescence of Boredom

Nandu turns five today. I’m given a list of things to get for the birthday party. Crayons, extra paper cups, Scotch tape, board pins, apples,…

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How To Converse With The Dead

How To Converse With The Dead

When he was five years old, my grandfather discovered how to converse with the dead.  It was a time for believing in Argentina. The Man…

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Still the ‘A’ Train

Still the ‘A’ Train

Not too many memories here, in these chic walls caught in the daily grind. But between the walls there are those truths—whistling through the subway…

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The Mosque

The Mosque

“You shouldn’t wear red. It’s not slimming. You need dark colors to minimize your weight. Are you listening to me?” Margie walked away from Vivian’s…

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Pretty

Pretty

Kyle used to be pretty. He used to stop them in their tracks. He pretended he didn’t notice how mouths hung open and brains whirred…

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E-Love

E-Love

What you seek is seeking you, Sara reads, a languid smile on her 26-year-old lips as she flips through a faded blue notebook and pauses,…

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Mother

Mother

It rained all through May in Fruili Venezia Giulia. One Sunday they ran the marathon wearing raincoats and windcheaters. Sidrah put her one-person moka pot…

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Epiphany

Epiphany

I turned seventy-five yesterday. Maxine, this alluring intuit from Mexico, told Sanjay last year, that I would wake up on the morning of my seventy-fifth…

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Fish Prints

Fish Prints

I’m inking up a fish, concentrating on each scale. A faint breeze tickles the back of my neck.  “Stop sneaking up on me, Emilio,” I…

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First cut

First cut

Elijahu, a word please. She leaps from the birth bed faster than a woman who has spent the last 40 hours sweating, heaving, grunting, shifting…

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