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Flowers & Stars
Looking back, no-one could remember when the clown first appeared on the corner by the park. Everyone agreed that it was sometime last spring and,..

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Fiction
Looking back, no-one could remember when the clown first appeared on the corner by the park. Everyone agreed that it was sometime last spring and,..
Fiction
My wife screams and my daughter’s hair-mottled scalp crowns. The doctor guides my hands and I grasp my daughter, her small body taught and alive,..
Fiction
Ma at the bookshelves, searching for new knowledge. She takes a novel between her calloused fingertips, rummages through the pages like she’s looking for something..
Fiction
ATTENTION PASSENGERS: Sorry to startle and disappoint, to inconvenience and annoy, but our priority one is not arrival or commute, it’s code for deliverance of..
Fiction
Everyone say black is the colour of death. But Emily know it ain’t true. Black is the colour of Mama bein’ alive. It the colour..
Flash Fiction
I wake up from my nap. The house is empty. You said you were going to the store, but that was many hours ago. In..
Fiction
A lean man of average height with intelligent eyes set far apart, a narrow chin, and a mouth that sloped downward at its corners, August..
Fiction
Every evening, she set up the altar afresh, because she couldn’t leave it out overnight. Even if it didn’t rain, the dew at dawn was..
Fiction
“There’s not supposed to be a test,” I said. The man behind the table gave me a skewed look, his mouth turned in a malignant..
Fiction
The tears came early that night, something she had expected. She had felt it building all day, a jagged boulder against her chest, sliding deeper..
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Alan finds a glade with no overhead branches that might come crashing down if winds blow up. But hard ground, rough with exposed pebbles, frustrates..
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Jordan chewed on her pinky nail until it started to bleed. “Shit!” She reached over Avery’s lap, opened the glove box, and pulled out a..
Fiction
When I first see it, I shudder. The knuckles are wrinkled and gnarly. The skin is gray. The middle finger tilts too far to the..
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I remember the last time I saw my father. He left for war and died a short time later, a Marine helicopter pilot, flying in..
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When I was growing up, the Chicago suburbs of Chicago ranked within a hierarchy of goodness and desirability. You had the ones on the bottom..
Fiction
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..
Fiction
“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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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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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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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..
Fiction
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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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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A lock of strawberry blonde hair peeking out from under a fuzzy winter hat freezes me in the grocery store parking lot. The hat is..
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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..