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SINKHOLE by Asa Noriega
SINKHOLEby Asa Noriega
After the divorce, Claudia Frank bought one of those overstuffed couches where the pillows sink together like alternate directions of a life converging. In the mornings, she’d crumple into the cushions and...
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PINK MOON by Neil McDonald
PINK MOONby Neil McDonald
Junior tried to encourage Leo to join in with the party. He found himself saying things like ‘Ooh, look at that!’ a little too loudly, pointing at garish toys, and all...
UNCLE JUDGE by Ruth Deming
UNCLE JUDGEby Ruth Deming
What a family we have. Bigger than most. On Sundays, we’d hop into our Mercury Station Wagon – Dad got it for a bargain – so it was pink. It was...
CREATIVE DESTRUCTION by Mark Halpern
CREATIVE DESTRUCTIONBy Mark Halpern
… is the essential fact …
Joseph Schumpeter, economist
The 1980s were all boom, boom, boom. Even at the foreign companies, time raced along its money-greased track. And their guys on the scene—those...
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DIRECTORY by Amanda Corbin
DIRECTORYby Amanda Corbin
It had begun subtly: a renamed Olentangy here, a Charlotte moved twenty miles north there. At first, she faulted her brain as thought it labeled a rectangle a square. But as she...
VICKI LOUISE by Margaret Rowan
VICKI LOUISEby Margaret Rowan
Cresting the dune, I looked out across the sand to the Atlantic, its foaming edge outlining the rocky shore of Phillips Beach. Aside from a few scavenging seagulls, I had the...
WINTER PEOPLE by Barbara Borst
WINTER PEOPLEBy Barbara Borst
Maria slumped onto the brown plaid sofa in her friend’s combination living room, dining area and kitchen. She was tired. Not from bathing and dressing Janet and changing her sheets and...
THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH IN THE PARK
THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH IN THE PARKby Harvey James
I've gotta start from the beginning and so I say to him, I’ve gotta explain my dad. Well a few months...
CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WET by Ivanka Fear
CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WETby Ivanka Fear
"It was an accident waiting to happen," Ivy Rose explained to Detective Reed. “There were just way too many people looking for the perfect spot. And then there was...
THURSDAY MORNING by Taylor Morrison
THURSDAY MORNINGTaylor Morrison
I knew something wasn't right the moment I walked into Mrs. Knickerbocker's class on Thursday morning. We called her Mrs. N. because of the silent K in her name. She felt it...