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The Seasons of Gilly Black

The Seasons of Gilly Black

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Mole heard his mama talk about Gilly and how he hadn’t been the same since coming back from the war. Looked like she wanted to spit talking about their neighbor. No compassion. And his mama would never spit. more

Arm-Cami

Arm-Cami

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I worried she had fallen asleep, then wondered why exactly our relationship had never been sexual, why I had started to think of everyone in these terms.more

Mermaid and Seaworm

Mermaid and Seaworm

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She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.more

No Harm at All

No Harm at All

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“The scar shifted with each movement, crawling like a snake across his torso, emerging from his shorts just to the right of his belly button, cutting across his chest and ending where his nipple would have been had it not been gouged away by the shrapnel.” more

We’re The Ones

We’re The Ones

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True grit ain’t as easy as it looks, he said. You’ve got to get dirty if you want to live. more

Bachelor Party

Bachelor Party

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We first saw the homeless man while stopped at an intersection on the way to Waffle House. Chet and Tadd—two of McCoy’s fraternity brothers—sat in the bed of the truck, already buzzed and anxious to officially start the bachelor weekend festivities. “Chet’s got a history with this sort of thing,” McCoy said. “With what?” Imore

Two Stories

Two Stories

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It all comes out, no matter how many years later. He hated that photo, but it was telling the truth.more

Peace Dove Comes Round

Peace Dove Comes Round

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“See every small town has its own Peace Dove and a man like John who winds up his friend.”more

Piss-ants

Piss-ants

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Skip knocked on the cabin door. Didn’t get an answer. Walked right in. The place was as he remembered it. Stuffed with stuffed animals. Birds and foxes on fake wood perches. Deer heads hovering over the wood-burning stove. Largemouth bass in exaggerated poses of high drama. A stink hung in the air like a chandelier.more

Peter

Peter

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I don’t believe what they said happened in that Burger King, in that motel room. Whatever was, there must have been a moment when a word, a breath’s work, would have mattered.more