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Alight

Lisa Beebe

We bought the land to build a house, even though we knew it would be years before we could afford to build anything. We thought of it as an investment in our future. The land gave us something to look ... [+]

Short Fiction

Knitting for Leo

Alex Grehy

My mother taught me to knit.
Back then, knitting was a necessity, not some artisan craft like it is today. She would get patterns from women's magazines and cheap wool from the market. She ... [+]

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Burns Beach

Rashida Murphy

It rains continuously as I drive north along Marmion Avenue.
‘It's just a shack,' Julia had said. ‘Don't say you weren't warned.'
I turn the key and push the door inwards, leaving my ... [+]

Short Fiction

Comfort

Zachary Kellian

The kitten-shaped egg timer on the corner of the mattress beeps and they switch positions. Now she is cradling him. His head rests on her slender left arm; her right arm she drapes around his waist ... [+]

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Disappearing Acts

Erin Kirsh

When she left, Anita took Mom’s valise, the round one with the wooden handle from Eaton’s department store. Mom was furious. She’d had it on hold at the store for weeks while she earned enough ... [+]

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Inheritance

Susannah Cate

Joan feels remorse for having hated her toes most of her life. She inherited them from her grandmother, who had hated them too. Her grandmother had cried at the swimming pool on Joan's 11th birthday ... [+]

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Bar Lines

Kris Loughlin

The first time it really hits me, I’m staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.
I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom’s sti ... [+]

Short Fiction

Always

Daniel Wallace

They went out for a coffee and then the next night went out for dinner and the next they didn’t go anywhere but to her apartment where they had a massively wonderful night in bed. The sex was ... [+]

Short Fiction

Chaim's Golem

Avra Margariti

I got the idea from one of your old stories. Building golems out of river mud and whatnot. Except I didn’t want a golem. I just wanted you back by my side.
Peddling clayware in the sweltering ... [+]

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Long Shadows

J. Anthony Hartley

I sat staring deep into the flames, listening to voices stirring the wind around me. Soft footfalls pressed through the grass stalks, rustling gently. Though I couldn't see them, I knew they were ... [+]

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Eggs

Andrew Stancek

Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa ... [+]