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About the War

Jim draws back his spear. Several gray shadows drift across the green moss, swimming upstream where Eagle Creek narrows to flow under Highway 18. Leaning forward, Jim strikes. The carp flails to escape, catching a ray of sunlight, flashing gold … Continue reading

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Bed of Lights and Sounds

Imagine, says Lara, day barely awake in her; hair falling in yellow strips onto the cherry wood dining table—what life would be like if you and Dad had never found each other. She holds a rose-coloured apple like a white … Continue reading

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DNA

It was his own fault for looking her up, Drago thought. He had Scintilla-ed Dixie’s name, using the powerful new search engine that found everything, from which no fact could hide, no secret was safe (this was how they advertised … Continue reading

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A Stephen Shore Photograph

Walking into the house, I appeared to have entered the end of the world. Scanning the bungalow living room, I was disappointed that the apocalypse looked so mundane. In the charmless house with increasingly apparent flaws, I recalled every photograph … Continue reading

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Clean Meat

“What do we do with it?” “Fuck if I know,” someone hollered. The growing disturbance had pulled a small gathering into the street. “It’s mocking us,” Tink Bayman said, as it lifted its head skyward, mouth ajar. It had a … Continue reading

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Entropy

I am untangling the string lights from the boughs of the artificial tree in the living room of the house we shared, and my dead husband is sitting on the couch, watching me the way he used to when I … Continue reading

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Faith, Healer

Slumped in a straight-backed chair, she squints at her phone’s screen, scrolling for tragedies to comfort her. She likes to imagine what she would do when the whole world would know her terrible story. She practices saying the right thing … Continue reading

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