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Two Stories
Grace Andreacchi
Shopping
I was sitting at the kitchen table, it was morning, the light was pale and fine, he was messing about, making something nice for me to eat. 'I want you to come with me to buy a
Island Escape
Paul Silverman
In less than an hour, the ferry was at half-speed, the wind had died and the magnificent flora of Cane Island was in full view. They were in the brochure again, the one the travel agent had given
On the Oregon Trail
Caitlin Horrocks
Elias was a banker, so we left with more than most. $1,600 to spend at the outfitters—three yoke of oxen, 2000 pounds of food, boxes of bullets and spare parts: tongue, axle, wheel. Two sets of
Three Stories
Kirstin Chen
Meine Liebe
It got to where I couldn't stop talking about him, though our relationship had to be secret — there was no other way — for he was fifty-eight, Daniel M. Kennedy Professor of
Three Stories
Edward Mullany
In God's Country
Camping in the northern part of the state, two guys and a girl woke to the sound of what they thought was a nearby bear. The sound did come from a bear, but the bear wasn't
Everybody Said Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps
Kyle Minor
The boy mastered the alphabet, but the other boys were playing soccer. The boy mastered subtraction, but the other boys were saying who could and couldn't sit in the back row of the cafeteria. The
Jesus Or Happy Birthday
Molly Gaudry
It's Christmas Eve, our birthday's less than an hour away, and, per Tannen family tradition, it's Davie's and my first night home for the holidays. Unlike me, Davie's not much of a drinker—not
Signs and Wonders
Sara O'Leary
1.
The sign is taped to a post and weathered and tattered as it is, it would be easy to believe that it has been there for weeks. But this post is one that Gord walks past several times a day,
Disappointments
V. Ulea
Conversation
She had nine faces already, and each time she began to talk a new one was added. "How does she manage to do that?" he wondered, listening to her voice. It enveloped him like a
Unpreparing
Lindsay Hunter
My boyfriend and I have sex and when we're finished he holds me close and whispers into my ear, I just date-raped you. What do you do now?
In the grocery store he throws an avocado at my head
Blank Spaces
David Valin
In a walk-in closet, my father's ties were exactly six centimeters apart on wooden dowels. I gently touched the gaps between his ties and ran my fingers through the ties. Before anyone else, he
Bowling Alley
Jill Widner
Sumatra, Indonesia, 1963
The hibiscus hedge is the boundary line the girl is not supposed to cross. Sometimes, for something to do, she walks to the end of the sidewalk and listens through the
Mind and Body
Ed Meek
Those days I believed in Body over Mind. I believed Mind followed Body because I knew matter could think. I was a cook in this little hotel/restaurant in Missoula, Montana. The manager put me up in
They Whisper
Tai Dong Huai
They think I don't hear their whispers, but I do. Even with a bathroom between our bedrooms, all I have to do is put my ear to the wall and I can pick up every word.
At twelve, I know a lot. I
Colossal Crimson Crop
Gabe Durham
I met her on the corner of a street and an avenue. "We didn't fix anything," she told me. She was no-nonsense, a fast-walker, a liberal. She agreed to show me around.
I tried to ask what it was
A Little Bit Orphaned
J.M. Patrick
My mother is in every room of her house. The kitchen keeps her fingerprints in the flour jar, her lipstick stains on the wine glasses. She left a note on the refrigerator that says: Gone grocery
Four Stories
Paula Bomer
Sex and Kindness
Rachel left Mac and walked down the dirt road next to the river. She was leaving him for good. A truck drove up. A man leaned out. She didn't look at first. When she did, she
From Laura's Pocket Guide to the Americas: Belize City & Beyond
Laura Ellen Scott
Transportation
Come dusk the lie will prevail, and even those who know better will venture out in the belief that the evening is cool. It isn't. Welcome to ramshackle, angular Belize City. The
Words End Here
Blaze Dzikowski
"I don't really know how to put it across," said the private detective.
Birds of spring flew across the bright sky behind the window of a dark office. The 50-years old woman sat down and looked
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Backwardness
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Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!