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A Boy Right Here in Town
Continue reading: A Boy Right Here in TownMy wife, Becca, says she was the first one to spot the McCloskey kid washed up on the shore of Franklin Hollow Lake. Ever since spring broke through the stubborn Virginia winter, she’d walked with a group of neighborhood wives in the evening. Twelve, maybe as many as fifteen of them. They walked the two…
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Transience
Continue reading: TransienceI always know where I’m going. Except when I don’t. When I’m in New York City I’m neither a local nor a tourist. I’m not the sidewalk nor the person walking on it—I am the seam connecting the two tiles together, unnoticed but essential to stability. I’ve been here enough times to have exhausted all…
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Walling Out
Continue reading: Walling OutI tried being a pool rat only once in my adult life. It lasted five days at the end of a summer season. Every day, when I drove my rig past the city pool, I stared at the sun bouncing off that water. Looked like it could just strip a guy clean of everything. I…
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Now I Know Hector
Continue reading: Now I Know HectorWe’re talking about cookies and cremation when I figure out what’s wrong with Hector. He never laughs. He’s straddling the tire swing and toeing whorls in the sand, deliberately reserved. The others are making a game of puns–their snickers vibrate like they’re being drawn across the ribs of a washboard. It’s my first epiphany…
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Padgett Powell
Continue reading: Padgett PowellPadgett Powell, self-descibed “moribund household roach antagonist,” reads a “locatore” story, set in Ocoee,FL, in its entirety.