SMOOTH OPERATOR by John Tavares

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We invited every train operator and conductor who ever worked with Oatley to his retirement party. None of the women wanted to attend the party and celebration. They declined the invitation, saying Oatley was...

THE GOLDEN LEAVES OF OLD CITY by Daniel Picker

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I met her just outside the brass-handled doors of Suburban Station, a good walk from 16th and Locust where I came up from below ground to the grey sidewalk on a bright, sunlit early...

GO DOWN WITH THE SHIP by Michael Duke

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Jim Jack couldn’t find it. “Do you know where my phone is?” “Don’t you have a fucking app for that?” she asked back. Eventually, he would locate it himself and walk back out of...

AGATHA by Barry Garelick

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I suspected there was more to Agatha Berlinsky than her coldness and lack of humor. It was 1963, and we didn’t get along. She was a long-term substitute teaching our eighth grade English class....

THE LAST JOURNEY by April McDermott

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Lola Hancock was a six-year-old girl with soft, wavy, blonde hair that fell down to her small shoulders. She wore a light pink dress, it was her favorite color. Her favorite food was chocolate,...

THE JOB by Juan Sanchez

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Four individuals stand in front of a concrete wall. The wall surrounds a large building. One of the four individuals, a man with pointy ears and a trench coat, looks up and down at...

ARE YOU A PRINCESS by Christina Klessig

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Are You a Princess? “Are you a princess?” Asked the tiny Indian girl wearing glasses. Her glasses were thick, and her hair was matted like a poorly formed dreadlock. I was taken aback by the clear...

THE BUZZER by Kelsey Richardson

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A rush of hot air assaulted me as I opened the door. The familiar ding of the door alarm went off as I crossed the threshold into my new regular spot: the laundromat. My...

STEW by Patrick Sweeney

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Bartira’s favorite aspect of the increasingly rare feasts was the succession of fascinating vestments and adornments that the village women peeled off their foreign captives before gutting and roasting them.   The male “long pigs”,...

MUD SHOWS by Michael Caleb Tasker

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Later, after his mother had gone to bed, Cole went and stood at the top of the stairs and looked at his father sitting on the sofa, looking toward the moonlit window. His hair...