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All through the meeting, from behind the thick trunk of the frangipani tree, Ivor watched her through the open louvre windows.

One hundred and one usesMaree Kimberley


He tosses these little tombstones on the felt with an experienced nonchalance.

And when I looked up, it had disappearedAndrew Bowles


She would mix a half-whistle with fragmented lyrics. He could listen to her for hours—usually.

That urgent kind of red Nathan Good


“Any of you damn fools have the slightest idea what it takes to look this good?”

StarvedSamuel E. Cole


“I see you in a long white dress, a big diamond on your finger.”

Moving InsuranceDusty-Anne Rhodes


“You’re a tyrant,” she said, “you question my every move. I hate that. I hate it.”

She Fired FirstTiffany White


My funeral won’t be no big affair. Just my son, his girlfriend, maybe a few neighbors.

The EscapeeDon Jennings


Only gradually do you become aware of a pattern as he moves off the lower register and challenges the bar’s steadfast din.

The Clonmel SetMike Gallagher


He wheels a long yellow Caddy into the lot. It’s low, rusty, and full of Lynyrd Skynyrd.

IdahoRick Bailey


I felt the glorious burn as skin flaked free from my cheeks and chin and neck. I told myself to stop it.

Love Among ApesCS DeWildt


The crowds are directed onto a line of waiting buses and Sylvie follows.

Abe and SylvieJoanne Jagoda


She sipped guava juice from a teacup and made a clicking sound instead of barking.

Felix Mistral Grocery Sally Reno


But not today. Lots of extraneous notes make at least half the chords sour and off-color.

Senior RecitalDusty-Anne Rhodes


It’s written in the fire safety rules. It’s because we might impede others escaping …

Last Man Not StandingLayla Blackwell


“Are you the guy Omphale told me about, the one with the limp, the one who works at Maggie’s Father’s Farm?”

Two DoorsCorey Mesler


Sweat drips from under his bri-nylon toupée and courses across his cheeks. I’m surprised the gun hasn’t melted down his nose. I’d go with the shotgunMatt Potter


“It sounds ridiculous,” my therapist says, “but you can learn from this. Experience—however horrible—is life’s best teacher.”

Next DoorLen Kuntz


I know it’s not her in the pictures I’ve seen, no matter what the note in the cemetery says.

Tansy Rogers is her name!Gill Hoffs


“Not a chance,” she said. “Stay back. Over and done with.”

Broken WingAndrew Stancek


I eat nothing on the day of the bloodletting, and walk into Science already feeling faint.

A Bloody Path to the ExitThomas Sullivan


We feed each other in small ways but I want to fly to him and feast and he is not ready for that.

From the BoxMisti Rainwater-Lites


“I’m expected to have sex with any and all of them whenever they want it.”

True FriendJoyce Juzwik


Music, museums, and theater: the newsstand was his life support system. “Not dead, yet!” he could think.

InterruptionPhillis Ideal


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