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I once had a friend who was a microwave oven. She heated up quickly, but had a cold heart. I went to high school with her.  We kept in touch over the years. She married a man because she believed...
Sometimes revelations provoked by a disaster can be even more devastating than the disaster itself.
On his first visit from the town to the village, Matt's heart sank. The room he was supposed to teach in had no windows and barely even a door. It was nothing but a hovel, fashioned out of dried...

Drawing Father

At ten years old, I liked to jump out of my bedroom window at night and lie on my back behind the house. Here I could think about whatever I wanted without fear that the echoes of my mind...
The pervert came to Independence on Labor Day, the day before school started. Independence is our street, where we all live.

The Asshole

He was not a very good person. He was, by many accounts, vile, impolite, crude, inappropriate, ignorant, insensitive, and offensive. He was a gifted asshole, a precocious prick, a well-rounded, ahead-of-the-curve, 40-under-40 douchebag- the kind of person whom other...

X-ray

It wasn’t until Claire Sinkler had hung up her coat, checked in with the receptionist, sat down with only a slight twinge in her knees, and settled herself with a six-month-old copy of People magazine, that she noticed Dr. Steven Fein, her gynecologist, sitting across from her in the Wellbridge Mammography waiting room.
The real estate agent texted me to say the sofa wouldn’t fit through the front door, so the clean-out crew just left it. One of its legs gouged the doorframe, then gave one of the auction guys a splinter...
It’s nearly 6:00 p.m., six hours before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve been running on the treadmill for about thirty-five minutes, having arrived here from school, grad school that is. Running is the thing I enjoy most when working out.
From his spot at the center of the circle, Bryce unfolded a sheet of paper. Henry couldn't make out the creased image. He got up on tiptoes as the first giggles broke out
FALSE STARTS Writing this year was all False Starts and Premature Finishes. I could not find a character to tell a story. I could not find the story. Forget setting. Well, maybe not. So, I resort to the age-old plot:...
It was a hot day and they drove out along the Ottauquechee, the two of them sitting up on the pollen-yellow roof of the Volvo with their legs through the sunroof, kicking the headrests and reaching out for tree...
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