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Fishbowl
Continue reading: FishbowlBraden inches sideways so Sissy can squeeze in beside him on the upstairs landing. Now he can’t see the living room wall downstairs where Mom or Dad’s shadow falls sometimes. He wants to see their shadows. When he does, he imagines their fight is like those shows with puppets behind the screen, where, in the…
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The Volunteer
Continue reading: The VolunteerAndrea Cole didn’t simply return to school pregnant. Nope, in her adult and responsible, super Andrea-Cole way, she’d taken small steps throughout the summer to prepare all of us for it. She’d met with the principal and all of her teachers, file folder with the color-coded tabs of her medical records and relevant state laws…
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Words
Continue reading: Words“Stop putting words in my mouth,” she said. She took a long sip of her merlot and eyed him above the rim of her glass. Through the living room window behind her, the traffic was backing up on the rural road that ran before their house — cars slowing the way they would if behind…
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Relics of the Woman Who Vanished
Continue reading: Relics of the Woman Who VanishedWe want deeper insights into this woman who left us; we want her secrets; we want to know how she managed to do what she did—how she just one day vanished.
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The Great Slaughter
Continue reading: The Great SlaughterWhenever Murat visited our family farm during the Festival of the Great Slaughter he used to gather all the little boys and all the little girls in the pagoda overlooking the lake and declare that the place was our own nascent empire. It didn’t have a name, or even an organizing principle, except, of course,…