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I’m not used to this kind of attention from men. I’ve only been a woman, noticeably so at least, for a year, after all.
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Kirabiti
She seems unaffected by the midges now, her light clothes flapping them away. It needles you, her comfort in surroundings that make you feel so out of place.
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The Woodcutter
The blossom’s winged petals flapped and flailed and stuck to the little bare legs and the new blue dress and that glossy hair, she winced. Stop, she wanted to shout. ...
I Made Myself a Needle
The sign was a few kilometres back, but I’d told myself I wouldn’t stop. That she isn’t there.
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Candle Matters
I drop my son on the floor and he shatters.
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The Littoral
Is it kidnapping when it’s your own children? I hope not.
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The Princess and the Moon
I often think about the moon. I wonder how I may sail to her.
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Hands
Taken aback, she forgot to respond. Her hand hung limply in his palm, until he dislodged it.
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The Last Time
She may have sent them to check on me. They may be asked whether they notice any change.
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Flight
I opened their cage to test their loyalty. I was a fool. But they deserve their freedom … I guess.
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House Rules
There were footsteps in the next room and Gail lay still, listening.
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Days of Winks and Roses
Two weeks later Jesus winked at him again. It wasn’t sunlight playing silly buggers this time. Thunderclouds were blanketing the sky.
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I’m a Secret
Shhh, shhh. I’m going to tell you my story, but not too loud, not too loud. Can’t let them hear; they won’t like that.
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The Other Eye
According to family lore, when Nuri came back with the bandage on her nose, everyone was shocked. There was enough nose on her to make three new ones, said amme ...
In the Beginning Was the Word and the Word Was from Our Sponsors
Gritty truth sells nothing. This has to be the kind of sadness that afflicts interesting, successful people.
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Bright morning stars are rising
He was old, his hair too long, too oily. He said he wanted my mum when he thought no one was looking, whispered it to her by the burgers and ...
The Skills of My Brother
But still he sends the needle down again, hesitates for a moment, letting it hover, making sure to get it in just the right spot.
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A fairly weathered friend
She keeps looking, searching for something that isn’t there anymore, but smiles at the same time, keeping a polite pace to the conversation.
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Divorce
It is our Tuesday afternoon marriage counseling session. My pouring tears warm my face and I tell him I am sorting myself out. I turn to face him and finally ...
Confession
She’s not sorry, that much I know. When she’s walking away, I crack open the door of the box to get a good look as she slips out into the ...