The audience members are on their feet, applauding with categorical enthusiasm.
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If I call you, you’ll say, hello, I’ll say, hi mum, it’s me, Catherine, then you’ll hang up.
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‘I’m afraid there’s been another incident with your father.’ David remains motionless, hoping the information, like a wasp at a picnic, will bother someone else. Following the previous complaint, he ...
Sharon was usually waiting for me outside her front door. She said the sound of the doorbell woke her dad up. It was a comfort that she was as I ...
So dear Paloma, I know my voice messages can ramble but I need to talk. About our daughter. Maybe you’ve noticed on your weekends – she’s blooming, right? It’s amazing: ...
Sitting in the Cricketers pub, I listened as Grandma asked me whether I typically experienced difficulties “passing stools.” She seemed disappointed when I told her, “No, I didn’t.” I was ...
Part I
Denver had found himself too old rather suddenly. As if his body aged without him knowing.
It took him a while to notice. It wasn’t the gray hair; that had ...
Green is the color of the icing on my brother, Jeffy’s chocolate cake. It’s also the color of his entire face now after he let it drop into the middle ...
Gahanna, OH. Photo by Paul Sableman.
“Every true story ends in death.”
Part I
This is not a true story, but some parts really ...