Category: Fiction

Windowpanes

“Did the pulsating breadth of her todays and tomorrows eclipse her yesterdays?”

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Ginger

Neuroses can only get you so far.

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Storyteller

“He had built a life before, and watched it fall apart.”

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The Poster

Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.

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The Real Deal

Who said pen pals couldn’t be best friends?

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Uma Lembrança

A chronicle of a drink by the seaside, foretold.

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Time Piece

What’s said and left unsaid during the morning shift.

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The Tat Cat

The tattoo artist on the corner of Davies Street says “Please.” “Please let me write something on your body.” After a while, the needle doesn’t even hurt, he promises, your skin just sort of goes numb. I look up at … Read More

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The Bearer

Caught in a hail storm, what would you discover about yourself?

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Crossroads

Vision as a miracle; roadkill as one too, maybe.

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STAY FOR GRANDMA

In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.

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White Noise

“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”

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