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The Zero-Rings

Hobbs pushed his cart along. It was nearly full. At the twelfth hole, he stopped, pulled his forearm across his soaked brow and bent down. “Dead as a doornail,” he said and rolled over the body. A young man in … Continue reading

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Theme for English C

In Arabic they are shib-shib. In Eritrea we say –, and Kurdistan –. Pata-patas in Zambia. Flip-flops are not the same as sandals, I explain. Sandals are stronger. Sandals don’t come apart on your nine hundredth kilometer between Sudan and … Continue reading

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The Thief

Each day he took something. The right breast of the mother. The grandfather’s supper. The child’s teacher. Sometimes he’d leave something in exchange, but it was always lesser. Selma’s black hair was replaced with gray. Over time, her brush stilled, … Continue reading

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A Letter from the Department of Sanitation

Dear Mr. Iddings, Thank you for your correspondence with the Englewood Department of Sanitation (DOS) to address your recent citing for Improper Disposal of Emotional Waste – Citation AJ21K77. As we hope you’ll agree, the department’s addition of Emotional Services … Continue reading

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Don’t Let This Fading Summer Pass You By

“No, wait,” he pleaded, but it was useless. The other guys shoved him into the disused, board-covered cabin, smacking shut the newly pried door. Bewildered, not up to this, he caught his breath and became aware of her breath. Megan’s—he … Continue reading

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Embers

The church smelled of old wood and incense. About ninety people were bunched around a casket at the front of the church. They were twenty rows back from the mourners. Jack had spotted her, hesitated, then walked over and sat … Continue reading

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A Silver Lining

Number seven is on the second floor. He takes the stairs. Yes, he can do it. What’s a bit of wheezing? Nerves, that’s all. He pauses outside the door. Steadies his breathing. But only briefly. Most people of his age … Continue reading

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