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Prayer for an Eel

The Bishop leaned toward the vanity, tweezers poised, and considered two uncomfortable truths.

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Post-Judy Disorder

The art teacher’s wife left him, and their two sons, for another woman two years ago.

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The Futurologist

It’s the future. It’s been the future for a while.

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Bridge

I walked halfway across this morning, and it made me feel ordinary. Everyone who crosses the Golden Gate thinks of jumping. Even the kid with his skateboard pissing off the pedestrians imagines their reaction if he’d careen down the cable from the south tower and launch himself toward Fort Point. It always depends on savoring […]

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Brick by Brick

First we filled the holes, each only nine or so millimeters wide. The maintenance staff had tools on hand.

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Dan

The bakery was hot, stifling, but Melba shivered again. Before morning, it was night, thought Melba, but what kind of night?

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The Wilds

The Wild family moved into the house behind ours.

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Yes

When people ask me something, I’ve a principle: always say yes.

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Submission Attack

From: Dan & Jan [editor@------mag.org] Sent: 18 June 2014 To: K— J—— [k---@----lit.com] Subject: RE: Bryan Hurt Hi K—, We enjoyed Bryan’s story, but we are looking for something more true, something that explores deeper human emotions. Bryan’s stories do not have as much emotional depth as I think we are looking for. Might he […]

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Colonial Revival

He came back from the war with a little bit of money and the helmet of a man he had killed with a knife in a burnt-out house

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Sister Golden Hair

The Vagabond Motor Lodge sat across the street from the Fiji Island restaurant, wedged between Johnny’s Auto Parts and a gas station with a flying horse on its neon sign.

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Honeymoon

It was Tim’s eagerness and boundless spontaneity that got them to set out up the mountain in the midday heat. The Greek landscape, which Eva never cared for, appeared more hostile and parched than ever.

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The Brotherhood of Wednesday Afternoons

We were the sons and daughters of busy working men and women who couldn’t afford crèches, of half-lost souls, of feckless unemployed folks who had some betting or drinking or TV-watching planned on our schoolless Wednesday afternoons.

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Back to School

Our Lady of the Nile: how proudly the school stands.

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Four More Years

hh This story appears in Tales of Two Cities: The Best And Worst Of Times in Today’s New York (edited by John Freeman) gggg The vast white tent had mullioned vinyl windows cut into it as a design feature, so the guests at the outer, less expensive tables could see the snow coming down heavily […]

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The Attack of Everything

All birds around here were dead, and we stared, slack-jawed, at their piled carcasses along the road.

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Flyer

But more of the chicks survived than you thought, and dozens upon dozens of them now scurry around the room, shitting everywhere.

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Trick Candles

Six candles on the chocolate cake, one for each of Sherman Moon’s years, and as Mrs. Moon carries the cake into the dining room, Mr. Moon says, “Don’t tell us your wish, son.”

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Horror Story at the Lonely Lake

Excerpted from The Blue Box (out today from Red Hen Press) It was a red boat and it attacked people at Lonely Lake. People would be swimming in the alcoves of the lake, and the boat would attack. It ran over people anytime it wanted to. If there was a waterskier and he fell down […]

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The Search for Heinrich Schlögel : An Excerpt

The sentences that Heinrich loved best were hard as rock candy and lasted.

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Helping

It’s not that I didn’t try to help. When Annemarie flailed, sleeping, I was the one who always shook her until she sat up, sheet-tangled, still half-caught in her dream.

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Beetle Battle

Two dung beetles leaned back on their hindquarters atop a napping tortoise . . .

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I Can Save

Baby turtles are hatching in my house.

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Adam Johnson Reads

That summer rain outside your window isn’t always a gentle summer shower. Sometimes it’s a storm. This is what Adam Johnson does in his artful and disturbing short story, “Dark Meadow.” In the simplest terms, the story is about child pornography. Yet Johnson, who won the 2013 Pulitzer Prize for his novel The Orphan Master’s […]

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Hunt

I hunt and kill and butcher with arrow and sword, hound and falcon, ear and arm. I sight and take aim.

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