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“You know what your problem is?” the mother asks—but it is not a question.
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Ah, how sweet is forbidden fruit, how delicious undiscovered sin!
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It scraped at Paul’s brain like a cat’s claw at the door. He hadn’t heard the song in years. Was that the Searchers? The Seekers?
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A crone dressed in black pours liquid from a bottle onto the egg. Whiskey. Gasp! The egg cooks before our eyes!
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Your grandmother has gotten old, in that way where one day you wake up, and you realize that someone you've been looking at your whole life suddenly looks different. That hands which used to gently place band-aids on scraped knees are…
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I would roll my eyes, give one word replies or a smiley face.
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Renee’s eyes shifted from the backseat in the mirror to her left shoulder, switching lanes. She was a fender away from a newspaper headline, obituary most likely, but luck was just passing and signaled the all clear.
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I dared to dream whether she was coming or was she going
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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Baseball diamond. Cut diamond. In my hands, I can feel the way the pieces shiver and slice into my skin. The cut of the diamond; the cut in between finger and thumb.
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...you lick you ice cream, little pink tongue like a cat's, flick, flick... lick fast, girl, the heat's gonna melt it...
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The first engine arrived and a fireman heavy with gear stumbled from the side railing.
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My great great great great great grand children like to visit to look down on earth and imagine that confusing time between stone age and space age, when we licked rocket pops, drank hot tea, and used our throats to speak.
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After college, after summer, came the cubicle. She kept gladiola in a tall vase on her desk: yellow and apricot, colors that buzz.
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Yesterday, my boy was wild. He whooped and circled, dodged the tall thin trunks of Longleaf Pines. Bare feet stamped a forest floor soft with the dead and dying. Here and there, a sharp pine cone brought a yelp
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