Short Fiction
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I tucked my cell into my back pocket and pulled a serious face.“Baby, the bank has messed up my account. My benefit check got held up so my bank froze my whole account,” I said.I watched her back she washes the dinner dishes. I can tell by the tension in her neck, the sudden stiffness
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March 7, 1893Emily is being kind to me. She gave me an extra blanket and a slug of whiskey in my water jug. The drink helps with the pain in my side but I stay cold. The cold lives in my bones pushing everything aside. Well that’s alright. I am grateful to Emily for taking
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“When she breaks the tender peel, to taste the apple in my hand,” Tess said softly to herself. The federal agent turned a child’s Halloween mask inside an evidence bag. Its blank eyes glared back at her from the mask’s pale face with hard shelled black hair framed in a gold pointy crown. It was
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You wouldn’t sleep when you were a baby. No crying or fussing Just wide blinking eyes looking into mine I remember being desperate for answers Baby books dog-eared searching for a remedy I would push your stroller Circling our neighborhood, meandering unfamiliar streets Worry shadowed my steps I walked, you smiled For hours shaded by
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The sack landed on the counter with a thud. A dusting of white flour puffed across the cool marble counter. There are only five things no six you need for the best pie crust. All purpose flour, none of this fancy cake flour just regular flour, Mae thought as she reached for the good mixing
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It was the smell that gave it away. The soft sweetness of decayed wood thicken with each step. I’ve been gaming since I was nine. I’d practically lived in VR during high school. My husband Charlie and I used to play before life got too busy. I’d heard a few of my coworkers whispering about
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“Goddamn, who cooked fish in the microwave?” Det. C.J. Hamilton shouted as he walked into the station’s break room.Looking over the crossword page of her newspaper, his partner Ramona Shay shot a glance to the fridge. Desk Sergeant Beck was bent over looking for something in the back of the freezer. Beck turned to face
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A white-colored house in a white-flowered garden perched at the top of a hill. With its grecian columns and reserved mullioned windows, the palatial estate was much more of a fortress than it ever was a home. In the white-colored house behind one of its mullioned windows overlooking the long steep driveway, a woman stood.
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“We’re a nice town, the type of place where everyone knows everyone,” said Sheriff Tank Adolphus. “Nothing ever happened here. Nothing until the outsiders came.” Agent Tess Morganna turned from the view outside the passenger window and gave the policeman serious side eye. “Don’t give me that look. You think I’m being racist. I’m not
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