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One Line
The tire blows in the loading zone. A rider weeps into his phone, leaves one star, vanishes. My girlfriend says enough. The line goes dead.I walk to the library. Chairs are damp. Tall windows hold the grey. Paper smell…
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MEASURE
We lived on coins, counting pennies and nickels before walking to the Episcopal Church off Locust Street for supper. There was joy in dropping our last quarter into the coffee can for the poor, trusting something would…
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Ghostlight
The ghostlight flickered with each pass on the catwalk above. Theatre workers swore they felt an entity at the precise spot where Fritz Kreider plunged to his death inspecting construction in 1895. Impresarios don’t…
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Maestro
He sank onto the bed, exhausted. “Maybe I’ll stop trying to change the world through music. I should just plan a regular concert...safe music...easier programs...” He muttered this as he fell into a deep, coma-like…
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Missed Opportunity
One late August afternoon, thunder rumbles. I dash and open the door, longing to see a damp porch and water droplets on blades of grass. Instead, I count eleven circles, tears of disappointment, sprinkled on worn…
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Fish and Chips
“You ate all the fish and chips? You know, boys don’t like big girls.” My grandfather’s words still echo in my head more than two decades later.And for what it’s worth, grandfather was right—my boyfriend doesn’t like…
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Wafa
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Good thing there wasn’t traffic, but I should’ve paid attention to the signs.We turned onto an isolated road toward the Israeli coast. I wanted us to be alone. Wafa had mesmerised me…
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Without Rescue
Once, while she was drowning, I saw her head break the surface for a moment.She sat on the living room floor as she told me she wanted to leave him, but his family would never allow it. “Marriage is for life.” I froze.…
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Indian Rock
He always felt well situated, close to the wisdom of the stream, the empathy of trees and foliage, the warmth of squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks as they stopped in the shadow of his girth. He hadn’t moved in eons, but his…
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First Bridge on the Forth [Scottish rail bridge, built 1890, 73 deaths]
“Eh, naw, lad.” Queensferry Mack spat into the water. “Ye’ll no be gettin a brig ayean they waters. There’s seventy men’ll die afore ever ye span the Forth.” The engineer laughed. “We’re pretty good at building bridges…
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At Broad and Samson Streets
I watched the blind beggar drag himself into the shadow at Broad and Samson, settling where the noise funneled toward him. His cup rested, catching coins by sound alone. Each drop told him something, the quick spin of a…
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The Man Goes Walkabout Only in His Mind
John often scheduled trips, then changed his mind at the last minute. He’d spend hours looking at maps, photos of diners, old railway stations, Post Offices covered in kudzu, and haunted hotels (where he liked to stay).…
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THE CRITIC
Aiden was a rising literary critic, renowned for his fearless iconoclasm. Twain, Whitman, Kerouac, Emily Dickinson: no one was safe, the living with the dead. On the eve of the publication of his first book, Aiden…
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Conversations With Death
Every night, I roll over to face the empty side of my bed. In varying levels of distress, I call out to a friend. My busy friend always stops by for our chat. I beg. I plead. I offer. It’s when I attempt bribery Death…
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Pushing Grief Aside
It was difficult to attend her friend’s baby shower. How could she be joyous when she had just lost her own? Little Chloe was delivered prematurely. Her little lungs were not mature enough for her to survive. Tina had…
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Sam Adams Met the Girl of His Dreams Based on a True Story
Sam Adams met Maria his wife in a dream. The dream started in high school when he fell asleep in a physics class and saw the most beautiful woman in the world staring at him. He yelled out, “who are you?”…
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Ursus in Reverie
Alone, I sit silently searching for poachers. Something murmurs at the far edge of hearing. An underground spring, or perhaps a wood nymph? This rifle seems an intrusion in this magical space, but…
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The Homecoming
The symbols became clear on the stick as she sat there. Thou shalt not become pregnant this month, either, and she flung the test into the metal wastebasket with a clang. As she stepped…