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Blood Moon
From our homes around The Hollow, we bore the motley lights of our brief vigil, the diffuse and brilliant smartphone glow,
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Of Blood and Ink
“Happy belated birthday,” said the other officer, and they both gave me their backs on their way to the cruiser parked on the driveway.
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Fast And Good Never Agree
How he loved that desk! Of course, he was proud of it, but more than that, it held the memories of a lifetime of service.
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Acts of Creation
And they came to the places in which ideas resided. They took from the libraries and the galleries and the museums the books and the artworks that were no longer needed.
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Strawberry Juice
While the children gather around my glass enclosure, giggling as my nose twitches at the scent of earth, I think back to what I was taught about being a rabbit when I was a kid.
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Gabriel’s Touch
On Wednesday morning when the old red Hyundai Sonata makes its way down the gravel drive, pulling up in front of the house,
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Long Shadows
When he first heard of his father’s illness, it was mentioned in passing: a casual note at the end of a letter from his sister
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A Ghost Story
This is the fabric of her evenings: she carves seashells from soap until the basket runs out of unshaped bars and the mosquitoes grow ripe with her blood.
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An Improper Wife
The bus station was within walking distance, and buses going anywhere and everywhere awaited her.
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The Flower Boy
The boy was also not without a sense of humor, and would sometimes weave the fronds
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The Purple Ceiling
Studio RAI seemed able to attract the biggest names, despite the irritating host. Even Mina appeared one Friday evening.
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Promises, Power, and Pain
He remembered a night not long ago when she had said, “I need you, Brian.” He had arrived home late again
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Dear Miss Jessup
The excitement and drama that comes with love and danger struggling against a dictatorship is clearly described in your attempt to flee to Mexico with your lover
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Metamorphosis
Fear compels you to become more circumspect about your flights.
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Witness
Ruth couldn’t remember what they had been doing before, why she decided to linger while the rest of the building hurried to the shelter
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Jessica
Naturally, Billy did not have many friends. He was simply too inconvenient to have around.
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Foot In The Stirrup
Her brother, Joesep, has accompanied her because she speaks no English;
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The Clothesline
Maisie lingered in the office supplies section before ending in home goods. She enjoyed this aisle most because she could tell that the man at the counter took pride in it. Often, it was stocked with new, unique things. This time, he had added a box of pens, with dark
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The Becoming of a Badass
Remember, if they lay their hands on you, you can hit back! Plant your back foot firmly on the ground. You have to keep your balance when being a Badass. Take a deep breath, ball up your fist, and hit them square on the nose. That is the universal “Leave
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Germ Warfare
Three weeks later, Alex was still there and not showing any signs of moving out. She had quit her job and was supposedly looking for another one. Occasionally, she helped out at a friend’s nursery but the friend couldn’t afford to hire her full or even parttime. Lauren was looking
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Negroni Season
You show up at my apartment not with the ingredients for Negronis, but instead bring me a high-end bottle of gin and some tonic water. You’ve forgotten the lime, but the gin is a special blend, infused with botanicals and citrus and is lovely all on its own. “We’ll have
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The Studio
My daughter starts college in the fall and only speaks to me when she’s in need of money. My wife nags me all the time about a cottage we saw upstate about three years ago. It’s in the mountains. The back deck overlooks a huge lake. A slow-moving stream runs
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Stoop Talk
And this is what you did on the mornings you both found yourselves on adjacent stoops, philosophizing over things out of your control. Like the rising cost of everything or how her middle one must fully process every feeling, otherwise, he is a lion ready to attack.
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The Letter
Three years earlier Lizbeth had moved from her small town in upstate New York to a suburb of New York City. It had been a question of economics, safety and comfort – a dark studio apartment in a questionable part of Manhattan, but with reasonable access to job and city life