short story

Her Unwitting Accomplices

As the automatic doors swished open, my mother began her search. The grocery store’s bakery was on our immediate right. Mom zeroed in on...

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Perhaps

Perhaps she would drop a few ice cubes into her glass of wine, staying for a bit after picking up her grandson, my son, from basketball...

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Scar Tissue

I cringe every time Dad touches her. He compulsively straightens the Blue Jays pin my brother attached to her favorite blouse, the yellow...

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Blind Ambition

If Tina wasn’t so damn hard, I probably wouldn’t be doing this, but even a dog gets tired of being kicked after a while. In a year and...

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Old Timers’ Day – 2005

For CG The boys were in the backseat asleep with the youngest sandwiched between his two brothers, and he rested his head on the oldest...

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In the Care of Things

Scratch scratch. Scratch scratch. It is 6 a.m., and CeCe knows I am sleeping in the guestroom. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The room is grey...

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Nest

  Even in her sleep, the girl knew the wasps were back. She felt one land on her bare leg. I must wake up, I must wake up, I must wake...

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The Dangers of Independence

There was a one-room cottage in the woods that looked like a dollhouse, painted powder blue and shielded by willow trees. It was near the...

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Today is the Day

Today is the last day of my life. It was inevitable, and I had accepted it. In fact, I had embraced it. I was almost looking forward it. I...

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Emotional Odyssey at the Department of Motor Vehicles

I always see at least one handsome man at the DMV. It’s never one of the workers (bitter civil servants who never give you adequate...

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Divine

I always used to think sentiments were superficial. A couple hugging, a baby crying- all displays, none real. But that moment, at that...

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The March on Washington

“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...

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TRAFFIC

I was dumber than shit when Big C started talking to me. Don’t know what I was thinking, guess I kinda liked the attention from the new...

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Beyond the Finish Line

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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Here Inside the Mirror

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

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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Secrets Between Sisters

“Don’t worry Beth. Your secret is safe with me. No one ever will ever find out what happened back then. We are the last two who know,...

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Fruitful

Patricia coasts through her suburban streets. She waves to pigtailed neighbor children who stand in front of daffodils and golden...

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Good Vibrations

Wandering the first few rows, she tried to act natural, as if she perused such stores all the time. She thought of her parents, who did...

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Dark and Stormy Night

It was summer when he finally showed up. Larry worked the night shift then, and Nicole was still a baby. Gina was at the kitchen window...

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This is Why

I crumple on the exam table, feeling small and dusty like a battered moth. Eventually, the grease on my body began to congeal after days of...

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Step Nine

How shrewd of him to corner her at work since there was no door to slam in his face; she shared a space with four other women, but how...

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Muslim Time

This would soon be over praise Allah. It had been quite the ordeal for him and his family ever since he and his daughter had built that...

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Special, Baby

I liked his calloused hands running over the smooth skin on my back, us standing there, me in my thong that he bought for me and a pair of...

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Unborn

Maja’s hair was a black curtain. Like a child, she imagined it protected her as she sat on the train, her hand cupped over her stomach....

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Clearing the Air in the Friend Zone

He was Romanian, and I was smitten. A junior. Joint majoring in Linguistics and Psychology, Valentin was anything but ordinary. Quiet and...

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