MY FIRST SOLE LITTLE LETTER by Paweł Markiewicz

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MY FIRST SOLE LITTLE LETTERby Paweł Markiewicz My first sole little letter Calling allringing so beauteously-muse-like and winged like eternally gentle pinion of a melancholic harpDear valued mellow quaint readers-dreamers! At 5.30 pm the meek time...

AT THE END OF THE DAY by Jeff Adams

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Peg Dooley said to her father, “You are looking at me with different eyes.” Of course he was. Four days ago Mrs. Dooley left this world. Sixty-two years as a couple, what else was...

THE SLOW BREAKUP by Melody Sinclair

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The Slow Breakup Kelly’s SUV is packed with seventh-grade boys going to their first school dance. Their bodies reek of too much competing cologne, a chemical stench that barely masks the greasy smell of their...

A TREE NOW DEAD by Skyler Nielsen

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A TREE NOW DEADBy Skyler Nielsen A tree acted as the council rooms eastern wall, and it was dead.  Poisoned the morning Mr. Nunn opened up on it with the old family rifle.  Every so...

TUPPERWARE by Alan Massey

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Alan Massey Tupperware, and the Little Red Sliver for a Second Hand             After my mother’s DUI, I took to driving her to her depressing little breakfast diner gig. If I had to guess, she started...

THE CAGE by Robert Gamer

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THE CAGEby Robert Gamer It was to be my way out. Make a little nest egg and jump on a Greyhound going to the east or west coast. I didn’t care where I wound up,...

ELIZABETH PETTIGREW by Richard Bader

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ELIZABETH PETTIGREWby Richard Bader She opened the door before we could knock, in a long silver dress and hair the same color, scarlet lips framing too-white teeth. “How awfully kind of you to come!” she...

DID I STUTTER? by Alan Berger

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DID I STUTTER?By Alan Berger  No one ever in any of Joe’s classrooms starting from kindergarten ever thought that he would ever be P.H.D. material. More like P.H.Duh material.So thought the students, the teachers. And Joe...

LONE STAR by Dan Carpenter

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Lone Star Dan Carpenter "You're here with the conference?" the clerk asked as he paid for his inspirational paperback and his Dentyne. "Al-Anon," he replied, trying to meet her lowered blue-green eyes and instinctively bumping up his...

FABULOUSLY FALLEN by Callista Van Allen

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FABULOUSLY FALLENby Callista Van Allen Being the angel on someone’s shoulder is impossible when they don’t listen, no matter what you do. There isn’t even a devil on their other shoulder—no one else they’re listening...