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Carolann typically didn’t run hot like this, but Brad was drunk and she was too, so the rush of her anger came on like a train on fire after a steady build all evening. She’d listened to him talk about their love life jokingly to their friends all during their annual Cinco de Mayo excursion, […]

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Cheap filth and the traded asphalt guilt of another daft claim, a swung loose spill of avarice masquerading as virtue. Deep lying. Somewhere there’s a phantom keeping track, long fingers pinching a piece of brittle bone and marking slates with each unkindness, those blistering infernos famished and taunted like starved dogs chained inches from a […]

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There it was again. Another dusk. Gabriel was tired of beauty and miracles. He would drive by the marsh each day as the sky faded, a long nine-to-five behind him and the belt and button of his tight slacks undone for the ride home. Clouds would bloom and sway like dancers at a Renoir patio […]

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Celeste looked across the field of yellow and felt a kinship to each sunflower’s struggle for the sky. They wanted to live, she knew. And they wanted to be different. Like she did. She’d brought the gun with her and it weighed heavy in the left pocket of her blue windbreaker. The season had started […]

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He’d traveled because there was nothing left for him at home. Alec often wondered about the sky and how the clouds migrated from there to here, and he’d watch the trails of jets high above dissipate in the late evening sky, the sun’s gorgeous indifference coloring the world in bold magenta as the paths to […]

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Joseph stood in the September water and the deep chill of it made him cringe. He wanted to run back to the dry sands and towel off, but he was only waist deep and he had to go deeper to purge; to chase away the hold Kayla had on him. So he kept moving forward, […]

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Such effortless whimsy! Let those hands come together! There is celebration here, the rollicking train of tomorrow, locomotive joy under radiant Gods and laws as two stroll down as two, trade infinities, share heart words, press decorative lust and then, hands clasped, arms interlocked, return as one before the adoring, the obligated, the hungry, the […]

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Come on, you fucks. Bring your ecclesiastic witness and your well-born intention. Bait the ignorant with common joy on the other side of life-long strife. Float in the unanswerable ether and evoke the billow and strummed heart, the burnished wings aloft in a sun-stained paradise where folly is forgiven and gates are unlocked by faith. […]

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Petie listened to the engine of the car. It was late afternoon and mom had been driving for forever. They’d stopped somewhere during the night – he remembered waking up and seeing the long white lights of a gas station overhead through the back window – but he didn’t believe they’d stopped since. And mom […]

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The weight of her words wasn’t vocabulary, it was the feeling they carried, as if each beat of her heart produced them. She and he had driven, walked, eaten, drank, smoked, slept and sat together, and her ease was still suspect, as if she were a lion tamer and he was a new beast. Her […]

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