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Literary

A Thousand Butterflies

The end of the phone line goes click and my computer terminal displays the script: “We’re offering a special deal on a two-year subscription to your favorite magazines.” My boss paces across the gray utility carpet, hand on hip. His secretary sits in the office, watches us employees through the plate-glass window, and listens in. […]

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A Plea for a Haunting

I hate how the chemicals took the hair from his head and the color from his cheeks, leaving the freckles around his nose to look like blood splatter on whitewash. And the machines that tick and beep. Tick and beep. Over and over. His eyelids flicker open momentarily. I cross my arms, lower my head, […]

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SALT, SPICES, FAT, HONEY

Salt, spices, fat, honey. My favorite moments are when he licks his lips and asks for more. A third roast chicken, a ninth roast potato, another crumbling slab of baklava. I leap up, float to the kitchen, bring more and more and more. Grease coats my fingers as I bring a morsel to his mouth. […]

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Blackberry Wine

After the funeral is over—the bee hovering around the lilies shooed outside, the hands shaken, the image of her grandmother lying on satin and wearing the wrong shade of blush slowly dissipating—Susan thinks about the last of the blackberry wine. She has half a bottle in her refrigerator, the same bottle her grandmother had been […]

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Pigeon, Goodnight

The boy was small for his age. His sister, who was not small, called him Pigeon. She was ten years older, and his parents said she was going through a phase. At night she would reach down to his trundle bed and hold his hand. Or she wouldn’t, and he would wait for her to […]

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M&M

Truth be told, there might honestly’ve been just a solitary other instance where I decidedly got one up on the Dickhead. Had to’ve been among the last times I was home before, you know, the end. I’d finished up school in the spring and found work at a Nu-2-U downstate, spending my days shuffling Playstations […]

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Bike

When he left that morning, it was the first morning in a while that she hadn’t thought he’s gonna turn that bike over today. She would say godammit eddie what’s gonna happen what’s gonna happen when you turn that bike over. Then it’ll read on my gravestone that I turned that bike over. It was […]

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To Be Horst

The man stood in the cafe’s doorway staring openly and with no expectation of recompense at a girl who sat three paces away from him. His monochrome, leonine face, bracketed between curly hair and beard of that shade called red only because it is not what is usually called brown, was covered so contiguously with […]

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What I Understand Now

Molly was twenty-four when she woke up one morning, discovered she was already dead, and shortly thereafter asked me to bury her alive. Our paths had diverged after Ole Miss: she got a house and a husband amongst the ancestral oaks of Oxford, while I jetted off to San Francisco for a job in tech. […]

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Ice Cream and English Summers

Six months pregnant, and I should have been happy. Six words to fire me, and I should have been angry. Instead, I drifted in a fugue. Spring faded, summer swelled, and our lives were falling apart. “I’m hungry,” you said. “I’m hot,” I answered. So we went for ice cream. June heat, dirty pavements, crowded […]

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