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I’m in the Grand Central Station bar-- the one at the top of the stairs-- waiting for my husband to enter so I can watch him. The bar is crowded, everyone getting in that last beer before heading back to whiney children and tired spouses.
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19791911
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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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2093199
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I screwed my courage to the sticking point and asked him if he had shot down any Japanese airplanes. He grinned at me. “One,” he said.
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20691912
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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4184198
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Once upon a time, on March 8, 2011, to be exact, there was a flash fiction writer named Rinsewater who had a novel idea – flash fiction writers whose stories were published by indie lit magazines must be paid for their work!
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17281911
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I'm just a rental dog myself
looking for the guardian of starlight
peeing on the expired parking meters
and barking up all the wrong trees.
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16901912
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I was to limp with stunned, growing horror, as I navigated through the swirling smoke and maze of human corpses...
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2054198
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YKK is a zipper manufacturer whose initials stand for Yoshida Kōgyō Kabushikigaisha. A boy told me (and I believed as a child) that YKK was my name in code.
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24541911
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Her bulldozer of a husband died five years ago.
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17041911
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Today the isobars are far apart.
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4029195
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I sprawl, I spill and I splutter
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2151198
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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15201910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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18891911
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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14521911
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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1765185
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The day you came home, after three extended tours in Afghanistan, I wanted to welcome you at the bus station, but I was afraid you'd attach yourself to me again.
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20331810
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She was a forward-motion girl. She never bothered to learn to walk as a baby. Instead, she stood up and ran.
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17501813
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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21981813
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A woman with spirit appeals to men who fish because she is still alive.
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24851813
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Donnie remembers just in time. So we run practically every stop sign and red light in town, and get there just before they close.
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19151812
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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20051815
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We're not here for idle chit-chat, or ESPN, or fish tacos.
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31241816
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How freeing to writhe under someone with more muscles than fat, who could keep it up longer than minute, who afterwards stroked my hair and if he noticed the fine silver strands by my ears didn’t mention them. I forget his name...
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16061810
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I loved without marriage and the men loved without divorce and we loved a twenty-four-year-old eating and how gracious she shone over a tame bottle of beer.
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18551813
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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2197187
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the heat and energy it takes
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19541814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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17011810
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I’ve blown out my shag haircut
and it’s big.
BIG-big.
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18931819
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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18581816
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I can’t take my eyes off a tall blonde with green eyes. I catch her eye.
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