Nassau Weekly

Fiction

  • Woman of Clay

    Woman of Clay

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    “She believed she was molded from clay. The same clay that made the fish in the canal and the flowers in the grass.”

  • Necessary Information

    Necessary Information

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    “She gave the florist her name, Sally Hawthorne, and her telephone number and new address, and asked if he would put her name in the system. She explained that she and her husband had just moved, that the house didn’t feel like home, so she’d been looking for somewhere nice to buy flowers, but found…

  • Migueleo

    Migueleo

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    “Xiomara turned to face him. Her face was so pale that it glowed in the darkness of the living room. On the mantle to her right, by the television stand, the clock read five in the morning.”

  • Blessed Jamie

    Blessed Jamie

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    “Jamie’s ghost pervaded every corner of our home like cobwebs. All of my flaws were seen through the lens of his perfection, even though we had never actually met.”

  • Once Upon a Time, There Was a Mountain – Part 2: The Persimmons

    Once Upon a Time, There Was a Mountain – Part 2: The Persimmons

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    “In 1966, some children came, a line of red dots ascending the trail. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old. They called themselves Red Guards. They came up the mountain with crowbars and red armbands, and they smashed the altar and broke the bell and tore the books and cut the persimmon trees.”

  • i beg to be built again

    i beg to be built again

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    “i wonder what it’s like to have a body that doesn’t feel like an afterthought hacked together with whatever spare parts god could find as he ran out of time to get me down to earth.”

  • Ache

    Ache

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    “Tom walks to the window. He stares out of it for a moment—at the trees, the light, the coffee shop across the street, what Mona must see when she sits and writes. He wonders briefly if she thinks of what she’s looking at, or if her mind is always elsewhere, crafting a story.”

  • Once Upon a Time, There Was a Mountain – Pt 1: The Butterfly

    Once Upon a Time, There Was a Mountain – Pt 1: The Butterfly

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    ‘“Tell me a story,” the little monk piped up. “Ma always told me a story before bed.” The old monk gave him the simplest one he knew, which was also the only one he knew.’

  • A Death in Palermo

    A Death in Palermo

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    “We became a little acquainted over spleen sandwiches and arancini bought from street vendors. We ate on a city bench in the Port of Palermo watching the sun sink below the Mediterranean and speedboats return to the shore. Wasn’t this the life?”

  • Kitty

    Kitty

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    “Penny had now reached the agent. She meowed. He didn’t look down. She meowed again. He said hi, but nothing more. He must not have children, Jess thought. Then, channeling David, she amended: He’s probably had a long day.”

  • Sea Lion Caves

    Sea Lion Caves

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    “Every day, people lived and were happy in the aftermath of their mistakes. Eli made plenty of mistakes, lived, and was happy. Danny was careful and made none.”

  • Battle of the Sexes

    Battle of the Sexes

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    “Eleven was a liberating age because I had no hesitancy. My world was folk rock and grasslands, it was as large as Jackie, and I never questioned those bounds.”