Marlene Nails the 7-10 Split

Marlene glared down the alley at the two pins in their corners, her eyes narrowed over the ball like a snake’s before it strikes. She stood tall and still and substantial, in her black pants and the white shirt with pinstripes and Marlene stitched in red over the left breast.Then she moved, power under grace,…

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Crawling

They started seeping in slowly. None of us noticed. One or two, here or there. Easily explained. The doorbell buzzed and opened to a dreadlocked orange vest at the bottom of the stairs.“I need to read your meter”He starts forward. He wants to cut through the house. “I got a big dog in here.”He doesn’t argue, just…

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This I Know For Sure

I’m writing this from Jeff’s Lazy-boy sofa. The cracks in the brown leather makes it look like an artifact from Constantinople, untouched by human hands for thousands of years. It’s almost as if he sculpted a casing of his bum’s shape in an impulsive moment of creation, like dentists do when molding impressions for night…

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On This Harvest Moon

On the first day of winter, I watched the Anne Hathaway movie “One Day” with our kids.  It’s about  Emma and Dexter who, the night  they graduate from college, go to her room and try to make out.  He is drunk, but Emma, although she is fascinated by him, agrees that it is best for…

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The Squirrel

An indistinct sound of struggle was what made Lydia look into the barrel of nicotine colored rain water out back. A glistening head, pointy at the tip, was poking through the gelatin surface, paws frantically treading water. It was about the size of a large rat and she realized it must be a squirrel. In…

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The Very Last One

Statewide alert: White female, 14-19 years, brown hair and eyes, last seen walking alone in Forest Park. The Rangers’ Hut is considered the likely destination. May be wearing red raingear. Wanted in connection with possible wolf sighting.— Lynn Bey Lynn Bey has had short stories and flash fiction published in The Literarian (nominated for a Pushcart…

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