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The Flies

The Flies

As she kills the flies, Gloria asks for mercy, then sprays an insecticide that sticks to the walls for weeks. Since her roommate is gone, her apartment is filthy, and the flies seem to regenerate in every corner of the ceiling and fly out of every pipe. Sometimes,...

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The Story You’ll Never Tell

The Story You’ll Never Tell

That story you’ll never tell is the house on the street in every Seventies horror movie you devoured in the blue fug of your best friend’s mother’s cigarette smoke. The story you cannot tell has shutters and a deck and a swinging For Sale sign. Do you carry a lot of...

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For a Short Time Only

For a Short Time Only

The summer I babysat the Brady twins, their parents were on the brink of divorce. My parents were on the brink of divorce too, but at least I knew about it. Nobody had told the Brady twins that their world was about to splinter into a before and an after, but they...

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Snagging Blanket

Snagging Blanket

Sundance Lee draped his old snagging blanket around his shoulders. It hadn’t snagged anyone for many years. His legs were too skinny, and there was too much silver in his thin braids. Still, it was powwow season. He had plenty of opportunities. During the Grand Entry...

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Fullness

Fullness

First it was the little porcelain dogs with green glass eyes. Each one in various uniforms. A policeman bulldog, a doctor poodle, a nurse greyhound. Over a hundred and twenty in the series. She got them all. They lined the shelf. Their glass eyes watched her husband...

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Four

Four

And because the house was filled with comfortable things, you wondered. As your wife slept under the perfect thread count, you licked peanut butter off a steak knife. You thought about what it might feel like to be ripped apart by something you wanted. On the...

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Reasons to Be Cheerful

Reasons to Be Cheerful

One morning, as I stood at the bus stop waiting for the 7:05, my neighbor, Horowitz, drove over my left foot with his butter-colored Volvo. I shouted. I shook my fist. Then I limped home to show my wife, Myrna. I’ve had a long history of bearing tread marks, so my...

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PIEL MUERTA / DEAD SKIN

PIEL MUERTA / DEAD SKIN

She begins each morning by peeling the dead skin off her lips. Sometimes, she feels like she is shucking corn and other times, she feels like she is unwrapping a present, but mostly, she enjoys the aloneness that allows her this ritual, this tiny indelicacy. She...

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My Mother, the Water Monster

My Mother, the Water Monster

I drove to the county hospital to pick up my mother. She was not as I suspected. They handed her to me in a Tupperware bowl, her spotted tail flicking behind her. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” I said to the bored nurse in glasses behind the desk. “There’s...

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In All The Loveless Places

In All The Loveless Places

The pretty cowgirl’s mouth is wild with tameless laughter, and the tassels on her calfskin miniskirt and waistcoat dance to her every move. Standing astride the centre line between four traffic lanes, gun belt and holsters sparkling in the car lights, she aims her...

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Intertidal

Intertidal

Spirits. Toria doesn’t speak German, but no language is necessary. Her voice melodious with children or men, she tilts her head and orders our drinks. Gin-tonic, always. Lights sweep the room, shading us ocean-deep. The barman leans in and whispers in her...

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Candied Lemon

Candied Lemon

Kate knew it would not work with Ethan when she watched him remove the thinly sliced circles of candied lemon she had carefully arranged on top of the cake. He piled the peels on the side of his plate, mouth puckered, before driving his fork into the now unadorned...

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