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May Day 1969
My hair twists into knots of clouds and my brother frees them his fingers a silver comb. May Day 1969 by Roberta Beary
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
Word Salad
On my doorstep a package. On the package no name but I’m pretty sure it’s from my mom even though she died 10 years ago today.
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Magic Carpet Ride
A narrator joins two characters in the messy act of fiction
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