Stories tagged memory


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He tapped his foot, swished his hips, swaying across the worn tile floor with an invisible partner in his arms, the batter-coated spoon still clutched in his right hand, momentarily forgotten. Nearly a decade had passed since he last shared a dance with h


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The moment you catch the first sight of the mistress, the person who occupies the cavern that you once inhabited, the dark, exquisite space in the mind, the body, do you recognize her?

(5) Forgiveness

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“Charlie was right about you, Nan,” she said in a voice of pure defeat. “You are a gentle spirit. And probably too good for people like us.”


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Much like the female subject of a maudlin, Old World portrait.

The Forgetting Room

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I suspend you from the ceiling above this mahogany bed.

The Russian and the Room 7-8

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Within months I become anorexic which in a small, black town unleashes a wildfire of whispers.

Grace Note

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At James’ funeral, Edward recalled the Brooklyn night in James’ Chevy.

The Russian and the Room 9

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I had the urge to reach out and touch you.

The Underwater Afterlife of Memory

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My fingers are shining in the underwater afterlife of memory searching for the nipple-sized mollusks searching for the solid nature of things left over from having lived a life at all That new rain smell, specifically I remember that,

The Russian and the Room, 10

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Rumor has it Anna Liu is a witch.

Enid's Hat, Joyce's Youth

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They sat silently, side by side on the edge of the flatbed. Joyce’s long hair danced across Enid’s shoulder, whispering now and then along the back of her neck.

Before I Forget (Notes from the Oubliette)

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Are you there? It’s been so long since I had someone to talk to. Besides Oscar and Wilde, I mean. I feed them crumbs of bread. They’re my pet rats, my only friends. Besides you, of course. How kind of you to remember me! How shall I begin?


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He abhors her. He loves her.


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Kneeling, he listens to her labored breath.

Opening Chapter from Mother's Beach

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He would be visible floating in the liquid nitrogen in the Plexiglas chamber, but the mechanisms for his maintenance would be silent. The building's electricity supplied power, but in the event of a power loss, an emergency generator would take over.