There are no manta rays like on the brochure, and Divemaster Barry, tall and sitcom-handsome, is not your friend. He pretends to be your friend. He’s very familiar in a performative way. He says you can call him DMB, ...
Bob in the Deep End by Gurth Harper
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My mother was taller than me, I think. I’m not certain, because she died when I was seven, and I've never asked anyone how tall she was. I'm five foot eight inches. From pictures, I know she was around my height, but ...
Remember This Morning by Victor McConnell
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They are in the basement, sitting among the boxes of communion wine and sacrament. They had been halfway through choir practice when it began and now they sit here, on the ground, most ...
Scenario by Dave Housley
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Dora texts, tells me to ditch J.R., says Rodan, the bar we’re going to, is trash. Gary’s band is playing at Berlin, that horrible cruise-y nightclub in Boystown. They’re booking punk shows now. We can hang ...
Gary Comes To Town by Matt Kessler
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The Boy was birthed into the world flush against rotted soil. The soil of the Shallows, that of our Township. The first soil to feel the feet of men, it is said, within the Township. But, old, ...
Amen by Makambo Tshionyi
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Next door Marjorie slaughters watermelon with an axe. It is summer, a smoke-stained June, and Melody is counting the days since her sister Val last left the house: eleven. Her record is one hundred and seven, and it ...
Watermelon Axe by Emily Pegg
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Bernadette’s husband came home late again last night. She’d been awake for a long time because of the rain lashing against the windows and her worry that the river might overflow. The February rains had brought the ...
Someone To Talk To by L.M. Brown
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I am expired. I have no growing cancer, no failing kidney, or Alzheimer’s, none of the lethal 21st century common causes of death. I have a history of anemia that I sporadically keep under control with the iron ...
The Stories We Choose to Tell by Fatima Alharthi
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Lucy just isn’t the kind of person who would do something like this. She’s such a good mom.
It’s been a shock for all of us, especially poor Tim. I saw him yesterday out in front of their house. I was ...
To rest her feet, to feel like one of the girls by Hannah Grieco
Fiction, LAR Online
