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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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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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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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Through Grief

Brandon Case

Joseph it can't be
"Will you sacrifice?"

This isn't real. I'd never let it happen.

I sit cross-legged in a meadow of four colors and all around me blue. Grass grows from my thighs ...  [+]
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Be Mine

Carmela M-U

They sat together in comfortable silence, having been in each other's company for over ten years.
One of their favourite places was on the swing chair, overlooking the backyard, gently moving ...  [+]
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The Second Person

Andrew Jones

The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ...  [+]