Fiction

Fiction

The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.

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She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”

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For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.

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When he had passed from view, I stumbled back from the window.

Fiction

“It was not wartime sentiment that moved me to ask you here.”

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She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.

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In a way she enjoyed the slow, sad feeling of letting it go.

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She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.

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Fiction

How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.

Fiction

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

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The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.

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The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.

Fiction

The chocolate was old, dusty white, the way chocolate gets after many years.

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She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

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There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.

Fiction

If he’d had that seat belt on, he would have been pinned inside.

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“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.

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Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.

Six-Word Stories

The author reflects on a soldier‘s experience, in just six words.

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Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.

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From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.

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Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.

Fiction

Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?

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Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.

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When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.

Story of the Week

The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.

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Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.

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I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.

Fiction

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

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Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.