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May 1, 2006 | Fiction

Pure Static

Craig Terlson

Dave wondered what had happened to the TV.

He had faraway memories of nature programs, black and white comedians with European accents and harshly lit news programs with stories as stark as

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Xanhaar photo

May 1, 2006 | Fiction


Rosie Sharp

As I was preparing to go away on a three-week women's backpacking retreat, Teddy said he was going to grow a beard in my absence. To be funny, I told him I was going to do the same, but once I got

California Dreamin' photo

May 1, 2006 | Fiction

California Dreamin'

Jeanne Holtzman

A note shoved under a sticky honey jar on a wooden spool table:

Maggie – 

So sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye. Boo hoo. I wish you were coming with me! Now I’ll be the only girl

Crooked Teeth photo

May 1, 2006 | Fiction

Crooked Teeth

Ryan Michael Murphy

We ride the hook of route 87 straight from Utica to Newark without once stopping. The two of us go like vagabonds through tunnels and viaducts, me driving; my father in the passenger seat, slowly