The Ansonia Girl

by Peter LaBerge After a while, I got used it. I think the shrill wind’s kicking at my dusty, bloody ankles is the most painful part. I guess you could call it trading one set of parents in for another- the amorous couple in Cadmonic, then the old rickety woman on Lincoln Avenue, and now…

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The Dark Ages

She was washing a reeking chicken.  Taking a dinner party risk, putting the family in the pot along with the vegetables. Smelling wafters of putridity along with the spices.  She had certainly cooked a million of them, baked, roasted, boiled.  This one was most definitely over the line.  Even the washing didn’t seem to remove the nagging smell.

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Fat Girl

I consider myself an attentive father. And I know my daughter; I know she has a big heart. So when she made friends with this big fat girl who has two big fat parents I asked “Who’s that?”

My daughter answered “That’s Jackie? The other kids were picking on her and I thought she could use a friend.”

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Bad Heart

The phone rings.

I know it’s my wife calling before I even look at the caller i.d. She calls everyday at the same time.

The phone keeps ringing. Even though the receiver is right by me, I let it go. On the fifth ring I pick-up and say “Hello.”

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huckleberry patel

Arun Patel and Greg Atkins are best friends at Bluefish High School, a commonplace small-town high school in a commonplace town in Illinois. They are eighteen, in the senior year.

Greg is a dumpy, plump, pale Irish American. Arun is a stunningly handsome, dark-skinned Indian American. Cue scenes of Greg standing up for Arun, who is taunted mercilessly by his classmates and given names like camel jockey, towel-head, and sand nigger.

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Possession

Beams of hazy sunlight stroked Christopher’s skin as he took his usual place at the window. The gently rustling drapes, a melancholy shade of mauve, fingered his thighs and calves carelessly like an inattentive lover. Peering out over the newly awakened city, Christopher inhaled the fragrance peculiar to a late spring morning in Vancouver. A lush, green aroma rich with the pungency of Japanese blossoms and lilac bushes clung to the air. Christopher closed his eyes, timidly inviting the quiet of the early day to wash over his nakedness.

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