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1000 Blue Moon Way was spectacular. A towering sliver of mirrored glass piercing the sky. Paddy Crabtree skirted the line of tourists waiting to board the elevator to The Stratosphere, the tallest observation deck in the world. The young reporter moved to security. The lobby was what Paddy like to call precious minimalism, a fortune
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I wasn’t sorry when Evi left home. I mean I was ,but I wasn’t going to let her know it. I don’t remember Mama; she went away with baby Ferenc after the spring rains. But Evi left school to care for Papa and me. She was a little mother. Papa was angry at first. He
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The car door slams. A headache sizzles at my temples. One hand drums angrily on the steering wheels. One child is whining while the other’s long thin legs pound the passenger seat’s back. I’m forgetting something, something important. Loading the trunk I unpack my brain. Traveling with children is like decamping a circus, I think
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The Blue Route was an endless river slithering before them. There were only a few cars on the road. Mostly only big rigs like theirs sailed up and down the highway. Trevor fidgeted.Trevor missed his bed, his iPad, and his girlfriend Bree in that order. This was his first ride along with Mercury Transit. He
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The mouth says nothingInsipid, tame creatureSmiling apologies all day The ears are uselessSuperfluous ornamentsThey can’t even shield No we are every emotionEvery intrusive thought under lids like the flicking of a cat’s tail, peaceful or livid, look and learn We are a blink from cryingThe windows to this soulstare into us then glance away We
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It was a typical night. Carlita was crocheting a shawl while Davy was idly flipping through an old magazine. The Pat Metheny Group played on the stereo and half a bottle of the good red was gone. Pretending to read a news magazine, Davy shifted over and over again in his favorite chair. A half
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So I waitfor the bell to ringfor the door to knock They come at nightmaskedin gaggles of three or four So I waitnot with lovely homemade browniesor mini tubes of toothpasteI’ve learned the hard truth of shiny red apples They come this rainy nightIn gloomy garish garbsWith sunshiny faces under umbrellas so I waitIn my
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“Sir do you know why we are stopping you?” PC Oberon asked by the side of the road.“I’ve done nothing wrong, Officer. I don’t know why I’m being detained. I wasn’t speeding.” Grinning broadly, Jack drummed his fingers on his steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. Wiry and young,
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