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31Aug2010
Art Song Scenario
Callie caught herself rolling her eyes again as she pretended to listen to her upper-management date explain his fascination with urban development. Truthfully, if Jamie hadn’t been a friend of Crispin, her brother, there was no way she’d have sat through the last hour of his one-sided conversation. Her brother’s solid presence nearby reminded her why she sat there watching Jamie nervousl
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Loft Party
Lapis lazuli eyeshadow, exposed pipes, and Scandinavian metal greeted Brendan as he opened the loft door. There was no welcome mat.
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Bobby
He steps back and gazes at the stadium. It is a muddle of colors and sounds and it does not help him concentrate. He spits. He bites his tongue and stares at the pitcher.
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A Quiet Night In
“Well, no thanks. In this city, what you think will be three inches because of what some weatherman said a few hours ago can turn into ten inches and an ice storm. I’ll be staying in."
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02:10:31
“Pause the tape just right, just a second before the plane hits,” Jeff says, staring at the screen, “and think of all those people you save.” Taking a shot of bourbon, it dribbling down his chin, down the front of his shirt, he says, “Freeze it just right, and you still got the towers.”
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What Can Ail Thee, Knight at Arms?
He asked me to do it. I understood immediately, predicting the words before they dribbled from his antediluvian lips such that, as they came, I found banality in them. I held back my reproach, however, his cracked lips suggesting to me that this day had been preceded by many days of anxiety.
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Unsent Letter #9
I may have faked an orgasm. I certainly didn’t have one — I can’t pinpoint my first intercourse orgasm, to be honest — and maybe, even at fourteen, I knew that guys liked it when you gave them the courtesy of at least pretending they’d given you one. No, I don’t remember much of the act beyond the very start, your palms on my head, and the fallout...
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Mother Love
Denise handed her the wooden pedestal with the shrunken head on it. “Hey, aren’t ten-year-old girls supposed to be reading Nancy Drew or something?” She laughed to show her approval that Janey was not reading Nancy Drew. “A private collector sent me some photos a couple of months ago and asked if I wanted to buy it. He’d gotten it illegally, of course, and couldn’t sell it on the open market, so I said sure. Just a tiny lapse in my professional ethics.” She smiled and winked at her daughter.
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One Day in Time at Stop and Shop
The clock on the dash says 2:33, but is 5 minutes ahead, deliberately. That means I’m not late for work yet, close. My shocks-less car and I bump down route 8, feeling as each second ticks away. I pull in with 60 seconds till the 10 minute grace period was up and I get sacked. Again.
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Fog
Fog. It swallowed them, dusting a light coating of moisture on their muskets and boots and knuckles.
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