Dave and Paula found Marcus’ body washed up in a bed of Phragmites along the river the next morning, not far down from the Chester River bridge.
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It’s knife-wielding season in Little Havana. Last week a tremoring, teenage ladrón stripped Manny of his gold link bracelet outside the Pollo Tropical.
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I got my bucket of wine and inebriated myself to the point that my head no longer pounded in pain. No, far from it, it buzzed like a lost airplane.
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I am the woman who cannot travel backwards on a train.
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Not everyone could see it – someone passing on the street wouldn’t notice – but she could.
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I suddenly want to hold you, or hit you. I stare at your face trying to commit every line to memory.
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The corners of his mouth twitch upward, but they don’t move far enough to become a smile.
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That’s the scariest part of Them. They. Not the letters or terror or killing or hate. When it’s day they turn into neighbours and friends and maybe even family
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Feed, she wants to feed, the midwives said. They pushed the creature’s face onto my left nipple.
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…my anxieties about the child got the better of me and I finally went in and passed through into that other house.
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The future had changed since meeting the English teacher last summer. She had cried without tears and promised to send him guitar strings from London…
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As though reading my thoughts, she shrugged. Then she left, disappearing around a corner without another word. And I just stood there and let the murderer run away with the ...
Two days later, the doorbell rang. George answered it in his underpants, assuming it was the postman.
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You said you were having a sleepover, you say. Your daughter nods.
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Before Shawna came around, I was like most of my other friends, by which I mean you could say I was ‘drifting’, if you’re wanting to put it nicely. Honestly, ...
Now we are ready to move so Onefoot gives a great shout and we all shout back and we are ready because we are family of strong tough soldiers and ...
This wasn’t the life he expected, not really the one he wanted, but it was a life. A life could be lived this way. And once again he honed in ...
Dale’s son called him to say he was being discharged.
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He lifts his fists to his face and inspects the damage; eyes unnaturally popped open
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I spend long hours in the bathroom every night talking with water. I tell Mama about it, about this special bond I have with water. She laughs a hearty laugh ...
