Tag Archives: Jeff H.

Yo Mama

“My dog reads better than you,” Jules hissed. The classroom was quiet. Everyone heard. Benji didn’t look up. The teacher pointed to Jules. “Quiet, please—let Benji read.” Benji resumed tracing sentences with his fingers. The delivery of his words was … Continue reading

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The Dentist’s Maxim

“No plaque!” Sarah Rosetti, DDS, exclaimed day in and day out. She did all her practice’s scaling and polishing herself. “No plaque!” her second- and third-generation patients shouted back (her first-generation patients were more reserved, though still appreciative). Everyone loved … Continue reading

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The Detective

His fedora sagged about his head, dripping water across the floor. His trench coat, too, was sodden, and here and there wisps of steam rose off it, escaping into the coal-black air. His revolver looked intact, but the cartridges had … Continue reading

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