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Bones in the Belly
Candra Kolodziej
The air in the bedroom sags with mist that won’t touch anything. It hangs around the built-in bed, and stationary lamp, and my sisters and Ma. I can’t be in there. The noises are terrible, and the haze smells like evergreens. It makes me homesick.
The Good Book
Cynthia Larsen
Mother is sitting in the kitchen with the Bible and a fresh stack of paper. A cigarette smokes in the ashtray and the sink is full of dishes. “It’s not what you think,” I whisper to the boy I have brought home. Later I will suck his thoughts dry.
Three Stories
C.A. Kaufman
Family Album, Romance and Circumstantial Evidence
The Investigators
Willie Fitzgerald
Inside the restaurant two beams of sunlight hit Spencer’s table at seemingly impossible angles. They meet on his butter dish, which has a single olive pit in it. It seems like outside the sun could be doubled.
The Aquarist
Jacques Debrot
It’s not unheard of now for people to be replaced by look-alikes. Troubled people, mostly. Unhappy people.
THE BIRTH CHAPTER
Scott McClanahan
I have stolen this prayer from my friend Giancarlo Ditrapano.
Appraisals
Robert Long Foreman
I went to the Antiques Roadshow with my mother’s green marble frog in the inside pocket of the jacket of the black suit I wore to her funeral that morning. I had taken the frog from her house. I wanted to know what it was worth.
A Very Tiny Bowl of Frosted Flakes
Lindsey Gates-Markel
My girlfriend moved out. She gave me back the lease the next day. “I’m not sorry,” she said, but she agreed to stay for afternoon coffee. We sat by the window. The coffeepot gurgled.
“I want a
Short of Lundy
Cameron Pierce
Every summer my father and I would make the drive to the ghost town of Lundy near the Nevada border to fish the lake there. We’d wake early and get doughnuts at 7-11 and drive and every five
The Man Who Painted Night
Sarah Domet
It was a difficult job for the man who painted night. First off, he always stained his clothes. An occupational hazard, and Frank supposed he could wear an apron, but when he arched his back,
Gift Horse
Jeremiah Budin
Leo and I are dicking around in his room after school when I pull this big cardboard box out of the closet.
—What is this? I ask.
—That’s my card catalogue, Leo says.
—Is this every
UFC 168 Will Bring Our Family Together
Thad Kenner
Mom. Dad. Where have you been? Everyone else is already here. You missed the first prelim bout. I'll catch you up: Siyar Bahadurzada won by tap out in the second due to rear-naked choke. What? No,
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Ryan Bradford
Sometime during the last two hours, Clark Griswold has stopped feeling cold.
He claws at the frozen ground, vaguely aware of the intensifying blizzard. Snow replaces the dirt he shovels between
Santa Claus Goes Hunting in the Off-Season
Eric Barnes
Across the street, I see a large, jolly-looking man with a white beard and white hair leaving the house of our friends, David and Shelby. The man is wearing camouflage – the jacket, hat and hip waders of a duck hunter.
The Pool
David Englander
At nearly two in the morning, in the room across the hall from where his wife slept, Geoff Devine was awake, gazing down at the above ground pool in the backyard. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew that within the giant wooden drum, the murky water reflected the light of the moon.
Free Advice and Fortunes Told
Bonnie Nadzam
In jest you call for your horse, but there is no horse. It’s a bright lettuce-green morning, birds piping overhead. You are on foot, and follow the derelict tracks out of town past the Shell Station. You step off the road and onto a furry plain of high golden weeds and yellow dross. This is strange.
St. Rudolph
Kevin Maloney
It only glows if I believe in God. Of course, the Fat Man doesn’t know that. Once an hour he comes into the barn waving his short black club, threatening to cut off my carrot supply. I sulk into
The Pincher
Ryan Ries
Lyle worked the night shift in a millwork factory, manning a machine nicknamed the Pincher. Everyone hated the Pincher. On the day shift they kept going through operators. Before Lyle, the longest anyone else had lasted on the Pincher was two years. At least that was how the story went. Lyle hated the Pincher too, but he’d learned to live with it. He’d been there nine years and would be there another nine if they let him. By then he’d have enough saved up for a nice house, one with stairs and a workbench and actual carpeting.
100K and Device
Cecilia Stelzer
100k
He said that he got a letter from a used car dealership that said that he either won 100k or a grill. He said he knew it was bullshit and he would come over, but he had to leave in the
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