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A Good Day on the River
Short Stories

A Good Day on the River

The sun is high in the blue sky with strokes of white here and there. A yellow Ford speeds on the ring road. Listening to the wind rushing past his window, Alexander pushes his Ray-Ban sunglasses up o...

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I Apologize to You, Sir
Short Stories

I Apologize to You, Sir

Dear Chief Editor, Regarding an incident that shocked my whole being a few days ago, I took the liberty to write this letter. I am a widow with two daughters, twelve and fourteen years old. I live in...

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On days like this, I air dry
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On days like this, I air dry

    on days like this, I air dry   it’s a hot day outside I come out of the shower            with my hangover still hanging on me like a bad smell.    drops of water drip from my body do...

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Awake
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Awake

every time he sits at his desk a question comes to his mind like a charging bleeding bull what to write again what to say to him what to say to them     what to say to you.   and he thinks to ...

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747
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747

the day is drizzly with rain I sit in a fully loaded Boeingtaxiing to the airstripfor takeoff. I sit in the middleby the windowby the wingby a woman with a fat chin. rouged faces inperfumed uniforms...

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Keep breathing
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Keep breathing

pollution ignores bordersjustice suffers from glaucoma logic hangs upside down on a slack rope swinging to the way the wind blowsegotism swaggers along the streets like a four-star general   hypocrisy...

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Lady rum
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Lady rum

I stand in the middle of a large living roomthe lights are dimmeda disco ball castsdisco light on the wallsandI am high on Lady Rumsubdued by herI like it I allow itcomfortable numbnessbegins to come ...

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Writer’s block
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Writer’s block

I gaze at a white paperand the paper gazes back at mewe’ve been at it for some time now the paper and I. I’ve done so much gazingmy pupils are turning whiteif that was a gazing contestI’d surely win ...

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