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The Color of Being Alive

Our world is cold and gray. Grandmother tells me it wasn’t always like this. I find that hard to believe. This is all my brother..

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The Art of Pickling Green Beans

The aging Ford shudders its way down US 95 just south of Rome, Oregon with a rust-colored optimism I do not share. Woven seat covers,..

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Grocery Delivery

“God, I want your hair,” Mary shouts as I deliver five bags of groceries to her. Her wrinkly white index finger is pointing at my..

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He Says

He says he wants to quit smoking, but by now those words are perfunctory. Along with I need to go for a run and we..

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Hanging Laundry

She died at the age of thirty, at the clothesline in her own back yard on the first day of summer vacation. Dropped straight to..

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The Garden Spy: A Diptych

The Garden Spy is from Aamer Hussein’s anthology, Restless. The book is a collage of fugitive fictions, reminiscences of friends, and personal essays which, when read in sequence, offer an unofficial picture of one writer’s private and public lives.

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The Night Jumpers

The moonlight shined on your brown hair, wet and wavy from the sandy river’s flow. My toes clung to the bark underneath my feet, and..

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Saving Elmore James

A thin line sometimes is all that separates genius from insanity.  A person with a gift for music is called a prodigy, while the person..

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A Wonderful World

Sarah giggled as Ian breathed on her neck. “I forgot about how passionate you are. It’s like we’re teenagers all over again.” “We shouldn’t have..

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The Last Day of School

A bustling, well-tarred road divides the educational potential of Kasipatti town by gender. On one side lies the Kasipatti Boys’ Senior Secondary School. On the..

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A Summer Holiday

Five glasses of lemon squash are placed in front of us. Mummy has taught me to never be the first one to reach out for..

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That Year, This Time (A Summer Yarn)

“I’m coming in a minute. Hold the door for me, won’t you, Robi!” Madhura yelled from somewhere deep inside the house. Robi, her son, was..

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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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Who Cares for the Dead

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..

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Fear and Feathers

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..

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The Jim Crow Dope

“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..

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Land Lore

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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Gender Reveal

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..

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The Year of the Tomato

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..

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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

“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

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

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

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..