Breathe in breathe out. Nothing else works. Not crying, screaming, praying or punching.
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Read MoreThe Fitzpatrick SolutionOne bark from the black dog on the corner will bring the rest of the litter running. A howl will summon its masters, the men in red.
Read MoreWhen a Crossroads Is a CornerIt took a whole week to convince yourself, a week to drown out the whispers from the dripping sink and the coffee machine. Your steaming mug isn’t talking to you, honest.
Read MoreWhispering WatersWhen you cut into a stone, do you know what it does to me? I’m part stone, you see, and part emotional memory, I am a banshee, a woman who was hung from a tree, because my husband was fucking another woman and I tried to kill him—
Read MoreStone WomanSusan poured tea and focused on kitchen sounds: the splash of water in her mug, the clack of spoon against ceramic. They didn’t mute her mother’s restless pacing, or the rattle of her uncle sorting jars in the basement. Too many of the jars were empty.
Read MoreThe Stagman’s SongBadger had followed her dreams to the water’s edge, one day at a time spooling out in front of her as though it was meant to be when in fact it was only dreamed of. Then she was stuck, stymied, as her dreams only showed the water’s edge, nothing more, for days, and her food began to run out.
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The trouble starts when I pick up my umbrella, and it pricks my finger.
Read MoreCandy GirlThe apartment’s DNA scanner can pick Anton out of the crowd almost a block away, so the sliding doors were unlocked and the lobby lighting was welcoming when me and him arrived with the crate. Automated apartments are cushy like that, but I would get lonely without human voices.
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