SISTERLY SUNDAY RITUAL by Bette Kosmolak

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My sister pops over for breakfast every Sunday. Like it’s a family ritual or something. She insists we need structure in our lives now that we’re both in Toronto and on our own. I...

ALTERNATIVE CHOICES by J. L. Higgs

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During our lifetimes, we each encounter countless numbers of people. Most are soon forgotten. But then, there are those like Lindsay.Three years running, my relationship with Jules was beyond the excitement stage. We’d grown...

NOW YOU NEVER CALL ME ANYMORE by David Swan

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Tina’s watch said 5:45 a.m. Central time. Though it was an hour later at home, and Bill’s rigid morning routine would have him in the shower with his phone out of reach, she dialed...

THE PHOTOGRAPHER by Peter Farrar

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It’s difficult to say when it started. Perhaps between the third and fourth coffee during that Friday morning. It could’ve been as I rasped the broom around ceiling corners where cobwebs swirled and bent...

TWO WOMEN by Penny Page

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At first, the knock startled me—two quick raps of the knuckle followed by one hard strike—a distinctive and demanding announcement, leaving no doubt in my mind who was standing in the hall. I ran...

SOUL FARM by Eric Stevens

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Charles sat in front of his old TV with his son Harper, watching the evening news. "The latest reported death numbers for today are another 4,304 North Korean soldiers, and 305 U.S. soldiers." The...

INVENTING LAUGHTER by Shari Lane

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The pineapple sat on the counter, contemplating suicide.Wait! Don’t go! I know what you’re thinking: This is ridiculous—pineapples don’t contemplate.I agree wholeheartedly. Why do you think I’m considering ending it all? As far as...

THE FERIS WHEEL by Stars Galaxyfire

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“It’s over,” he said.The Ferris wheel on which we sat just reached the top, jerked, and froze as if it was confused too. As if hearing my heart breaking the cloudy sky let out...

HIS LOVE MAKES ME BEAUTIFUL by Jake Epstine

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I moved to Los Angeles when I was twenty-nine years old because I was funny. Everyone said so. It was simply a matter of being in the right place before Johnny Carson called me...

A CHANGE IN THE TIDE by Katalina Bryant

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Salt tickled my nose from the ocean spray. Coarse sand rubbed against my palms as I leaned back. In the distance, Emelie smiled at me, her wet hair whipping in the wind. I raised...