Fiction
Luis
We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…
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Fugue
Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…
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Vagaries of Solitude
The thoughts of suicide cross my mind too often these days. In fact they began surfacing soon after your death, but I managed to thwart…
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The Death Of One Thousand Cuts
There is a red pen in her hand. The lights are still on as Elizabeth opens her eyes. Enough light to read under. Her face…
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Betrayal
Professor George Wallace complained to everyone about teaching in the big lecture room in Gilman Hall. He wore a red cashmere scarf to class in…
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Gang Fight at The Quinceañera
I don’t like photos because they literally turn people into posers. When someone wants to take a picture, everyone stops what they are doing and…
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In Bloom
The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband,…
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The Bookseller
I suppose that it seems rather extraordinary that I have spent my entire life surrounded by stories but have never before been tempted to pen…
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A Long Haul
They pulled Leona away from Ted’s open casket and accused her in loud angry whispers of laughing during her husband’s viewing. Leona’s cardigan was bunched…
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Through the Motions
Sometimes, while grabbing coffee or during her lunch break, Kate would twist her wedding ring off and sit at a table by the door, watching…
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Caesar and His People
The phone rings like it always does and Kate answers it like she always does. She turns her freckled face in my direction and glances…
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Screaming for Colin Blake
First was the light. It grew from beneath the eave of the porch as the fluorescents flashed to life. She waved the moths away as…
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Movie Money
Aunt Gertrude had had no education—had been, due to the poverty and ignorance of her family, virtually a waif—but possessed noticeable innate intelligence. She kept…
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Waiting by the Door
When Roma first walked to the door, its face looked grim and unyielding. Despite the peeling green paint, it stood guard over the old house…
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Burial
On a sun drenched Boston day my parents died in a car crash. A driver hopped up on crack and alcohol, was texting and driving,…
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First Date
The bar is dim and smells of fried food. Neon lights glow red, green and blue on the walls. Incandescent lamps burn dull yellow on…
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What Debussy Wrote for the Guitar
[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/43782479″ params=”auto_play=true&hide_related=false&visual=true” width=”100%” height=”450″ iframe=”true” /] Peyton recognized it the first time he heard Tito Salinas play the pieces. When the performance ended, he…
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Unfinished Swansong
Undraped feminine figure; that is, even if infatuated with brevity, David still insists on putting it in three other words: the female nude. Yes, the…
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Feigning Mirth
There is something about these big towns, they allure you, promise you something beautiful and make you chase these hopes and dreams feverishly and then,…
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Last Working Day
Murthy was a second division clerk in one of the government offices; knowing which one makes no difference because most of them are alike in…
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The Prosecutor’s Daughter
Salim Bouhadi, who used to be the police chief in Tiznit until he left in disgrace, hurried up the dirt road away from the bluffs….
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Papa
Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All along dem day Nina Simone –…
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Daisy’s Dilemma
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Guild of Contemporary Art cordially invites you to meet the artists Cheryl Dobrin Lena Herrschaft Daisy March Saturday, June 10 – 5 to…
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Trade-Off
“You have to stop being such a doormat,” I tell Samaya Di[1], wiping the display table we used for a quick afternoon snack and throwing…