Screaming for Colin Blake

Screaming for Colin Blake

First was the light. It grew from beneath the eave of the porch as the fluorescents flashed to life. She waved the moths away as…

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Movie Money

Movie Money

Aunt Gertrude had had no education—had been, due to the poverty and ignorance of her family, virtually a waif—but possessed noticeable innate intelligence. She kept…

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Waiting by the Door

Waiting by the Door

When Roma first walked to the door, its face looked grim and unyielding. Despite the peeling green paint, it stood guard over the old house…

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The Golden Egg

The Golden Egg

Fort Lauderdale, Florida 2002 She was always suspicious of the mysterious chest.  He never let her see what was inside.  She always suspected, it was…

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Burial

Burial

On a sun drenched Boston day my parents died in a car crash. A driver hopped up on crack and alcohol, was texting and driving,…

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First Date

First Date

The bar is dim and smells of fried food. Neon lights glow red, green and blue on the walls. Incandescent lamps burn dull yellow on…

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What Debussy Wrote for the Guitar

What Debussy Wrote for the Guitar

Peyton recognized it the first time he heard Tito Salinas play the pieces. When the performance ended, he asked if the three pieces were transcripts…

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Unfinished Swansong

Unfinished Swansong

Undraped feminine figure; that is, even if infatuated with brevity, David still insists on putting it in three other words: the female nude. Yes, the…

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Feigning Mirth

Feigning Mirth

There is something about these big towns, they allure you, promise you something beautiful and make you chase these hopes and dreams feverishly and then,…

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Last Working Day

Last Working Day

Murthy was a second division clerk in one of the government offices; knowing which one makes no difference because most of them are alike in…

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The Prosecutor's Daughter

The Prosecutor’s Daughter

Salim Bouhadi, who used to be the police chief in Tiznit until he left in disgrace, hurried up the dirt road away from the bluffs….

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Papa

Papa

Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All along dem day Nina Simone –…

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Daisy's Dilemma

Daisy’s Dilemma

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Guild of Contemporary Art cordially invites you to meet the artists Cheryl Dobrin Lena Herrschaft Daisy March Saturday, June 10 – 5 to…

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Trade-Off

Trade-Off

“You have to stop being such a doormat,” I tell Samaya Di[1], wiping the display table we used for a quick afternoon snack and throwing…

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Impressions

Impressions

Miles pressed the up button and brushed a fuzz from his suit coat.  Executives and their associates flowed through the monotone, white-collar hum of business,…

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