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Money Machines

Valerie Hotchkiss

We were poor, but hopeful. Two students on scholarships without parental support, dreaming of bright futures. We had not known wealth as children, and our poverty did not oppress us. We married ou ...  [+]
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Payment in Kind

Ian Li

Lana grinned upon hearing the cawing of her door chimes. Her days had grown dull with regularly scheduled client meetings, so she relished the thrill of unexpected guests. She tossed aside he ...  [+]
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Transported

Ed Teja

I found exactly what we needed, as it happened, on a Friday. It was a strange Friday, even as Fridays go. But we won't go into that. And I didn't like going out in all that snow, walking through it ...  [+]
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Cave Party

T.L. Tomljanovic

The Cheese Grater scrapes my bare arms and legs. I squeeze through the limestone crevice and my skin goose pimples. Sucking in a breath, I exhale steam. It's a muggy, hot September, but the caves are ...  [+]
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Crookedness

Yvette Saenz

One of the first things my mom did after we found out that I'd gotten in was search online for a winter coat for me. She saved money and bought me a beautiful Cabela's coat. It was full-length with a ...  [+]
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Watchdog

J. Millard Simpson

Tonight, like most nights, James Shelby woke in the small hours and listened to the silence.

He pulled on his robe, went to the kitchen, and made tea.

Moving quietly so as to not disturb the ...  [+]
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Finding Hope

Corrie Haldane

My wife went to bed fifteen days ago, and she's been there ever since.
We came home from the hospital dazed and empty-handed. Eleanor climbed the stairs, rushed past the freshly painted second ...  [+]
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Moonmouse

S.L. Harris

We brought them with us accidentally, or maybe they were secret smuggled pets for someone who worried they might get lonely. They'd've been right to worry: it's really lonely on the moon.
Howeve ...  [+]
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Hope

Suandri Esterhuizen

Hope is the killer that perches in the soul and slowly hacks away at the heart and never stops at all.
I met her while working for the university newspaper. She was an aspiring journalist, and I ...  [+]
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Quicksand Street

M. Morton

We call it Quicksand Street, despite what the road signs say. Where the sidewalks should be, two long columns of dirt reside, that kick up dust in the summertime. In the spring, when the rain really ...  [+]
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Old Age Blues

Joe Giordano

It was Yolkov who bought Hanna's ticket on the overnight flight from Warsaw to JFK. Hair streaked with gray, she wore the blue dress purchased on sale for eighteen dollars.
"Better to fly late ...  [+]
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Therapy

Brittany Story

"It happened again," Myriam said, as she entered the room. "I screwed up. I'm sorry."       She collapsed on the couch, head in her hands. "I just wanted a sip. I thought I had a handle on this ...  [+]
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