THE WOMAN WHO PLANTED A GARDEN by Debbie Robertson

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I had not been the first to find it.  That I knew.  The flat, smooth rocks that lined the pool at the edge of it were dotted with small, round stones that only could...

JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED by Jerry Cronin

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The parents meetings are six p.m. Mondays in the Good Samaritan Hospital basement. The same 25 parents always show up, and the rest are those who attend two or three times and disappear. Initially,...

WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME by Susie Brown

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The front door swung open and slammed hard into the wall leaving behind a small roundish hole where the doorknob struck. Jared hobbled into the living room, heavy laden with bags, stumbled to the...

PIZZA DELIVERY by Demian Brighina

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Justin had only one more pizza to deliver before he could end his shift. He grabbed the pizza and started walking toward the back exit of the restaurant. As he walks through the kitchen,...

RUMPELSTILTSKIN Adelaide B. Shaw

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"What can I do, Joanna?  I want to help."             I turned away from Magda's outstretched arms and averted the hug she had tried to give twice before. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the...

I SHOULD’VE BEEN A COWBOY by Christopher Cosmos

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I should’ve been a cowboy. I’d have learned to rope and ride, as the song goes. I’d have lived a life without rules, a life without borders and a life without states or nations, because out...

THAT’S WHERE YOU GO by Peter Dellolio

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Early morning.  Crisp autumn of the schoolyard.  Beginning of the school day.  Donna’s father crouches.  Squatting he points.  To guide Donna.  Long high wall.  Blocking October sun.  In front of the wall Donna’s father. ...

CATCH AND RELEASE by Emily Grandy

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When he woke at noon to the sound of buzzing cicadas and fuggy heat, the first thing that came to Lloyd Sherman’s mind was a memory of water. The slip of the canoe into...

ETERNITY by Blade Moore

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Perhaps her mother had been onto something when she rambled on about why to never trust garage sales. Most people were getting rid of things for a reason, she had said. But it was...

TRUTH AT THE FUNERAL by Brian Alvarez Encarnacion

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“Dear friends and family,” begins the priest. “We are gathered here today to commemorate the life of a great man on this brisk and beauteous Sunday.”             The sun shines down on the crowd that...