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Guilt
Posted on February 4, 2016 Leave a Comment
His mother decided to name him Joseph, since their last name was Klein, and it seemed droll enough to her that he should spend his life being called Joseph K. She expected he would be surrounded by other Josephs in his life – which, in fact, he was – and, thus, be distinguished from them […]
Ride
Posted on January 18, 2016 Leave a Comment
Often, distracted, she almost hit the gas instead of the brakes. While first learning to drive, her stomach would drop in that infinitesimal moment during which she had to decide. Brakes or gas. Brakes or gas. Thankfully, though, she had always chosen correctly – later laughing with her mom as she pulled into the closest […]
Los Mangles Rojos
Posted on December 16, 2014 Leave a Comment
1. There was a truck, back opened and piled with soiled towels, idling on the narrow stamped cement path. A sour smell of dampness, sweat, and burgeoning mildew – not only the physical truck – impeded his grumbling scooter. It was the same every evening around this time. Thoughtless day laborers, hired to collect the […]
A Dog for Christmas
Posted on December 12, 2014 Leave a Comment
What she remembered distinctly about the fire was the air. That it was embedded with caustic molecules, invisibly smoldering just underneath her nostrils. How that air had shocked her lungs with each breath. And the dog, of course; she remembered the dog. The charred heaps of garbage, the cluttered debris, the murky bits of interior […]
The Village
Posted on October 23, 2014 Leave a Comment
I. There was only a sliver of sunlight remaining in the middle courtyard – really just a sword of uneven brightness across my legs, outspread on the broken concrete. Too tired to get up, but knowing it would soon be dark, I let myself be distracted by the old woman who’d moved in last week […]
The Hair Tie
Posted on October 13, 2014 Leave a Comment
One – If it had snapped – the way those cheaply-made hair ties usually do, in that weak spot where they are joined together – it would have rested as a thin, black ‘S’ in the cracked pavement. It didn’t, though. It slid out of her lanky, slippery hair, bounced off her tote bag, and […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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