Our evenings are filled with hospital dramas and 10:00pm bedtimes and getting irritated when one of us reads with the light on, the lamp glowing yellow in the room like ...
Only after the tanks had rolled into the capital, and the intractable president had been hanged, did the officers of the occupying force relax enough to enjoy the spring sun ...
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The ride felt smooth, almost as if Montana barreled by while we stood still.
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He knows he is searching for something that is no longer there.
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He indicated a solitary rose drooping against a cracked wall in which curious lizards cocked their
heads, and then he swept his arms encompassing everything around us.
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“All who witnessed her performance felt like they had become part of a strange and romantic movie.”
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Someone has already been sick, somewhere. I can smell it. It’s not on me, the smell. How long do I have left? He won’t stop at every stop – he’ll ...
I strained to identify flaws, anomalies, patterns in her biography; anything that would point, however subtly, to when and why her fear of elevators began.
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He says he married a girl who is sweet and merry
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Mostly we take, but sometimes, Buckman, we have to give.
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Rain spiders don’t like rain. That is why they come inside.
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What would’ve happened if we’d never met – only shared a glance and a smile across a packed auditorium, the fresh lacquer smell of the stage mingling with stale cigarette ...
I gotta say, the days out here are gettin’ tougher and tougher.
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Wildwood couldn’t be much farther. After a few minutes a sign informed him that their exit was coming up, then they were at the junction, and he was standing on ...
Without our secrets, we did not have a body. Without our secrets, we did not need a body.
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And this was the idea of entropy. That disorder is more probable than order and that disorder is always increasing.
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This night had been going on for years. She blew into her cupped hands, steam mingling with the smoke still in her lungs. It was a long shift. But it ...
Back home, in my mother’s garden in an equatorial country, there is one small deciduous tree planted alone in front of the porch. Its large almond shaped leaves look chewable, and its ...
My ex-fiancé, Sherrie, was the kind of woman you might call “intense.” She slammed her palms on the table or whatever surface was available when she was mad for any ...
