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Worn Heels at Tequila Sunrise

Worn Heels at Tequila Sunrise by Salena Casha   “You can’t come,” my sister said. I was fifteen, she, nineteen, but in the hallway darkness, she looked far older. Perhaps the night had bewitched her and replaced her with someone else, maybe our dead mother. They shared far more qualities than I cared to admit […]
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Old Guy Playing Guitar

Old Guy Playing Guitar by Terry Sanville   People liked his trimmed white beard, pegged him as someone who knew all the right tunes. They liked his price: seventy-five an hour with a two-hour minimum. They liked his silence: he never chatted up the attendees. But that day, they detested everything.
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Seven Devices for Dispelling Demons

Seven Devices for Dispelling Demons by Brooke Wonders   I. Bells Medomai was the only daughter of the bellmaker Monody. By the time Medomai was six, she could construct a mold of brick and wax. By the time she was twelve, she’d memorized the formula for bellmetal. By the time she was fifteen, she had […]
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Not Right

Not Right by Gerri Leen   I’m that girl. You know the one: black clothes, heavy boots, thick kohl eyeliner, hair dyed raven. I wander around the school, and you move away, afraid you’ll get cooties. You’d call me a goth, but there’s something off—I’m not just some kid trying to be counter-culture cool. I’m […]
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Song of the Bean-Fionn

Song of the Bean-Fionn by Shannon Connor Winward   We don’t know how it was my father drowned. He had no bruises, no tears on his clothes to suggest there’d been a brawl. He had no enemies, in any case. He didn’t drink. Perhaps an apoplexy took him as he bent to wash off the […]
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The Emperor

The Emperor by Gershon Ben-Avraham   A harp was placed over the bed of David, and when midnight arrived a north wind used to blow in it, so that the harp would play by itself and awake David… — Babylonian Talmud, Berakoth 3b   I have seen only one photograph of the Emperor. To my […]
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Green Man

Green Man by Ellen Denton The Claremont Public Library was housed in a venerable, old, stone building, the nicest one in the city. An only child, a nerd, and a friendless reject in general due to walking with a drag-and-lurch limp, I’d spent many a childhood hour reading in the comforting embrace of its inner […]
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