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He and I made an indoor scene, a still diorama of age and hair white as stilettos of snow.
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A gray privacy fence, trees, cicadas, the rotten smell of the pool next door.
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Golden arrows that used to point forward, left or right, spin directionless on what used to be empty white walls.
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A horn honks, brakes squeal, Chloe’s screaming, pulling at her. She’s lying on the sidewalk. Her shin hurts. Her knee. Chloe kneels beside her. Ring of kids staring. I’m good, she says. I’m good.
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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Milton Glick waddled his girlish hips through my front door.
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Mary had no shoes. She told me they were stolen by someone at the shelter and I believed her because she stood there outside the Arlington T stop in a pair of tube socks. She told me she wasn't asking for money. She told me the shelter was serving seafood today so her…
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I’m leaving him, soon as these flowers die.
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The air smells like dream, like farm shit, like the salty stalling of evolution.
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They put me in charge of developing a drug that stifles fear.
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Soon he is daydreaming again...
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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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Soon he is daydreaming...
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There's something wrong with my feet, if they are my feet at all.
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Sometimes there was a sweet smile on her face, or a hand on her hip. But mostly, her sweet mouth was blurred in motion.
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