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I Hope You Know I Love You, Even Though

I Hope You Know I Love You, Even Though

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…even though you like to win; even though you tricked me, telling me it would just be the two of us, but when we got to the restaurant, Georgia was there (and though it was the first time I ever saw her, I recognized her, her smile as sharp as a hook)…more

Doing Something is Better Than Doing Nothing

Doing Something is Better Than Doing Nothing

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…nobody else volunteered to be the first-aid instructor’s victim after that. But victims they became, nonetheless.more

Father’s Day

Father’s Day

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The women had left us when the heatwave began. At dusk, they had buried their heartjars in the earth and walked away. A line of women, mothers and wives, drifted through the valley. more

Porkchop

Porkchop

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Life was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets.more

Barmaley Fountain

Barmaley Fountain

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In his mind, he goes to a place where he holds the hands of his school chums as they laugh and run in a circle, a snapping crocodile at the center of their daisy chain of limbs. His cousin, Elizabeth, just misses losing her black shoe in the snapping jaws and the children laugh. more

An International Incident

An International Incident

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“An International Incident” finds Toronto Fraud cop Alex Johnson on vacation in Cuba with a woman and a dilemma. Trouble is, an East German is videotaping a topless French woman, and Alex is inclined to let it slide. His girl, not so much.more

Praactice

Praactice

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I do not stare at my finjers when I type. I am su[osed to toucj the keys lightly.more

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

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My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. more

Notorious Thugs

Notorious Thugs

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As soon as we finished packing up our 40s, and taking our open bottles along for the ride, we were headed to the cornfields, our commute narrated by The Notorious B.I.G.more

Shadow Boxing

Shadow Boxing

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An older man’s confrontation in a gym parking lot leads to consequencesmore