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Dancing with Davie
The path was often muddy, you had to use roots for steps, and it led us out of the warm light that the barn breathed out.
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Joshko and Mari
Branko was right, Agoston was never very prosperous. He was a blacksmith in the old country
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Run Like A Wildfire
Just before dawn. Another blue sky turned orange. I burned through a neighborhood in Agoura Hills.
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Harvestmen in the Wood
With dawn the rain abated, and as the boy unzipped and peeled back the tent’s door panel to survey the campsite
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Internship
I nodded, looked out over the city, and thought that what Jake had just said was exactly what was wrong with white people.
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Snow
To be fair, Fred does try to “improve” the bus. A few months ago, he installed a wooden stove in the middle of the aisle
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The Difficulty Of Being Pujari Lal
Only when he passes Ms Kriti in the main corridor does Pujari Lal realize what had happened.
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The Conductor And The Bear
Mark throttled off and let the train ease down to forty. There was nothing else to worry about for miles.
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Blues For Max Beckmann
A bump came up through the seat, another bump. They had landed. A string of runway lights gliding past, then a row of blue and orange Lufthansa tailplanes
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Hims
A few days ago, colleagues at a work function had been standing in a circle. He was pallid-work-him glass in hand, standing to one side.
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Shadow (Light)
I miss the parts where my siblings and I would pile into my parents’ bed on the weekend, my father still half asleep and my mother long awaken.
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Holy
Mrs. Greene just shakes her head. For a moment, she seems about to speak, to demand something again—
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Paneer Bhurji
She is sixty-seven years of age, she looks her age, and to me she seemed to have aged overnight one day in September 2019.
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Safe Haven
On the couch again, she propped her feet up on the turquoise ottoman and picked up her book but found she couldn’t concentrate.
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The Red Dark
My chest is still buzzing when we rise together from the planks and wander into the meadow.
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Beedi stubs and Biscuit crumbs
The girl walks towards the waves by herself, still clutching the packet of biscuits, the water a little above her anklets.
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Her Skin
They followed a path down to the shore, suddenly aware of the silence,
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Dreamcoat
Outside, noise from the street reminded Dave that life existed beyond his apartment.
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Starbucks
I turned toward her, trying to appear as though I were looking for a seat or watching out the window.
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The Door and the Dog
Had I been asleep, I might have missed the sound, like a strange scuttling against the walls. I glanced over at the boy in the corner, but he remained silent
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October
I stub the butt of my cigarette out and stare blankly at the too trimmed row of bushes bordering our backyard. Michigan is chilly in October. I go inside.
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The Invasion
The berries they usually found in wild abundance failed to materialize. At first the stories struck her as apocryphal. Bears were reportedly ripping…
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An Offering to the Gods
A few days later, when they reclaim some of their courage, they call their daughter once more. Kavita explains that her condition is called PTSD.
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Kathleen
Kathleen was the last appointment of the day. Being of Irish ancestry, I recognized that her ancestors came from the same place.