Category: Stories
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Late Bloom
Elisabeth Dahl
The Springer Spaniel stood in the middle of an empty residential street, a leash trailing behind it on the asphalt. Cate wondered if she was imagining things. But the dog was real, as real as the figure lying nearby in the strip of grass between the sidewalk and the road, hands on her chest, looking…
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Single Stroke Seven
Alex Kudera
While “viciously skewering the politics of rebellion,” Lavinia Ludlow’s 2011 debut novel alt.punk offers some of the richest description to be found in the indie lit scene, and her pointed follow-up, Single Stroke Seven, opens with the possibility that much more than words are to be sliced and diced in Ludlow’s world. The California writer and musician has…
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Mountains
Kate Russell
When I was twenty-five and Strane was fifty-five, we started talking about dying. That was the year he was diagnosed and, grayed and gaunt, he began to ask me things like: “how will you remember me?” and “are you at all angry with me because if you are I’d like to try to make amends”…
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By Morning
Nina Ficenec
The first thing my uncle wanted to do when he got out of prison was go fishing. Go fishing. That was it. That was all we heard about. At barbecues, at the grocery, meetings with his parole officer. When he’d pass out drunk on the couch he’d mumble about the tide. Sometimes I’d grab my…
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Le Retour de Flamme
Kathleen Rooney
René Magritte, Le Retour de Flamme, 1943 That’s Fantômas the master has painted all right, but instead of a bloody knife, he’s holding a rose, and instead of a cold stare, his eyes are closed: less murderous schemer, more dreamer mid-daydream. Loulou the Pomeranian has read all 32 volumes of the series, but he likes…
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Three Linked Micro-Fictions Prompted by the Discovery of Kepler 186f
Joe Kapitan
Somnambunaut Hyper-sleep dreams are decades-long and luxurious, weaving through one another, tendrils knotting and untying, worming into those who dare travel deep space and lingering with me long after we arrived here in the Cygnus system, but soon we were so busy establishing a colony that years or else year-like tangles of time fell away…
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Corpseless Shrouds
Virginia Castiglione
The first time I almost died, I thought that what attacked me — what entranced me — had been something else, other than Death. And a strange something else at that. There I was, lying in bed, normal as always, and suddenly someone was pressing my chest, and I was carrying the world in my…
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Cashmere
Caitlin Kindervatter-Clark
The rich are different from you and me. They worry more about taxes and wear nicer socks. My boyfriend has socks made of cashmere. I’ve never had a sweater made of cashmere. While making eggs in my boyfriend’s kitchen, I tell him that his pan’s non-stick coating is a known carcinogenic. “That’s not non-stick coating,”…
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Birthright
Sacha Siskonen
I got a message saying a lawyer wanted to contact me about an inheritance. It was the oldest spam on record. I ignored the first three. But they didn’t stop. Eventually, a lawyer, Mr. Hopewell, flew out from the capital to meet with me. “I assure you it is legit, Ms. Gannet. Now that the…
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The Woman in the Woods
Julie C. Day
Papa’s Death and the Orphan Train No matter how many times Horace told her different, Eliza knew her brother was wrong. The woman in the woods didn’t look the least bit dead. The woman in the woods looked beautiful. With her long flowing hair and a leaf-gold cape, she made Eliza think of an ancient…
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Swap Space
Mahesh Raman
Mu wakes up in a comfortable bed, in a room with blue walls, next to a woman who snores softly with her back turned to him. He props himself up on his elbows, scanning the room through sleepy, half-closed eyes. The woman turns her head. He can see the profile of her face; she is…
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Murder Sounds
Amy Silverberg
I thought I heard someone being murdered. What can I say — that’s what I heard. I woke my husband up. “Get up,” I said. “Someone’s being murdered.” “Carly, please,” Ted said, turning over. “Come on, please.” He said it sort of like a moan, like he might be asking for something else in another…