“Call her.” Bo steers their late model Buick into the dirt driveway with one hand and flicks her Camel out the window with the other...
flash fiction
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within,...
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There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore,...
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Hazel Byorum’s face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung...
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Patricia coasts through her suburban streets. She waves to pigtailed neighbor children who stand in front of daffodils and golden...
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I knew for weeks before he finally told her. His teeth gave him away. I’d never seen them before, then one day there they were. Every...
