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Old Things Still Can

Harriet pulled up to the house. There it stood, barely, the evening light lending it the romanticism of an old ramshackle thing in a picturesque…

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Static

There’s an orange kitten grasping a branch, superimposed onto a sky-blue background. Hang in there, the poster tells me. Underneath someone scribbled “stay pawsitive.” I…

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The Sun & The Moon

The one thing I never counted on in my life was that a memory could be altered in retrospect. I always thought that the recollection…

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Janice’s Party

Walking into Janice’s party I felt eyes on me. My cheeks flushed hot. With sticky palms I adjusted my dress. I tugged at the bottom…

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The Hot Seat

Jim was sick of seeing the sad longing everywhere, especially in himself. It was ridiculous. He’d seen a sad, bland man sit near a similarly…