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The Woman with the Feather in Her Hair

woman with a mask

[by S. L. Scott]


I see her each day: the woman with the feather in her hair. On my way to work in the morning, I catch a glimpse of her. A black trench coat is always hugged tightly around her, each strap and buckle drawing the eyes down her figure, which shifts like smoke as she moves. Auburn curls collect at her neck like flames fluttering away in the wind, and tucked  amidst them is the feather. Continue reading The Woman with the Feather in Her Hair

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obscured view of a bride

[by J.M. Young]


How did I get here?

We had made the choice that ending our engagement like mature adults was the best course for the both of us. We weren’t good for one another, in that way. Ethan took a job as a professor in Boston. I refused  to leave my photography business in Tennessee. Long distance was torturous. He has a daughter ten years my junior who hated my guts. He made me cry almost every time we were together. The list goes on.

But we were good in the sack. Continue reading Promise

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The Return

courtyard with orange trees

[by Bethany van Sterling]


“The duende never repeats itself, any more than the waves of the sea do in a storm.” – Federico Garcia Lorca


She could hear the peaks and falls of the notes twirling through the air, as she turned the corner in the cold, musty vestibule of the metro station. Two cobalt eyes glanced up from his instrument, not once, but twice. Continue reading The Return