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Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.

Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.

“Wanna give it a go?” my brother asks, nudging me with his 12-gauge.

We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.

Amy put her arm around his shoulders. My boy. Isn’t he wonderful?

We need to stop talking about it, we need to put some pants on.

He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.

It was spring: the field, a botanist’s mirage of wild flowers.

Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.

there is no place on this earth I can run from my own prejudice

She had yellow cat eyes that she insisted were also blond.

Louise watched from the shadow. She was looking for somewhere to land.

The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.

Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?

Blame the juncos outside. Sopranos in one tree, altos in another.

We’re stuck floating around on the surface of our lives like kids in a pool.

Best-selling author Melanie Gideon reads from her novel Wife 22.

The light is like a benediction. My husband reaches for my hand.

I live for now in the second house of having asked a favor from a friend.

The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.

The nights she and Wade have sex she can’t do so without feeling guilty.

Of course she had known. Nothing in this life escaped her design. Everywhere, people ogled the ring. Everywhere, Emeline posted pictures.

Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.

A new Wyoming photography portfolio from Twister Marquiss

“Ki o tsukete!” she called, and he knew the words. Be careful.

The damn dog has been brainwashed. He doesn’t know
us anymore.