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Portable Television

By Greg Tebbano

That morning Judy brought a television to the bakery, one of those little tube driven units. It must have been…

Another Beatrice

By Amelia Golia

If I could, I would pray, but God has no use for a girl like me. “Non mi tange.” During…

The Trouble with Dating

By Kelley Albright

He left his scent behind. It melted into pillows, sheets, and shirts crumpled onto the floor. It even soaked into…

Varying Degrees of Dead

By Jo Withers

The Lifeline operator refuses to take my call when she realises I’m already dead. I tell her my name, and…

Late Lunch; Early Dinner

By Pamela Painter

We’re having a late lunch, five women, widows now, who have been meeting once a month for forty years. “Dress-up…

At My Job I Work the Robotic Arms

By Kati Fargo Ahern

On the line, I run a double-forklift. It’s a lot like a regular forklift, but the forks both spread out…

Unfinished Equations

By Reneé Bibby

I stand at the kitchen window, calculating the parabolic arc a murmuration of birds makes against the ridge of conifers.…

Odds and Ends

By Brett Biebel

It was supposed to be chess club, but instead, it was Gambler’s Anonymous, and that’s what you get in Moline.…

The Cloud Lab

By Megan Callahan

In science class, Margot teaches them about the magic of snow. “Evaporation, condensation, deposition,” she says. On the whiteboard she…

Maid In America

By Christine H. Chen

When I go in, the sink is bursting with unwashed dishes coated with moldy leftover scraps, half-filled glasses, cups that…

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