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ADIEU / BUSH

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By Keisha Bush

Moustapha kicks the door and stomps off cursing at her. She relights her cigarette. Aria walks into the room but before the woman can say anything she waves her away. When the cigarette is done she lights a new one and takes a prescription bottle out of her purse, two pills lie at its bottom. She swallows them dry.

2 VERY SHORT STORIES / SHARPE

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By Matthew Sharpe

“Lickety split, hurry up, don’t slow down now, boy,” the man said. They trudged up the side of the mountain and down the other side, not on a trail, just out there moving in between the pines and scrub brush in the accumulating snow, rifles jostling on their backs...

SLIPPERY EELS & ASSORTED LOVERS / DON

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By Gabriel Don

Since this was one of her dreams, and people like to attach themselves to their dreams, she drank tea with him, painted while he looked out at the hills and told her things like, "Look at the curves, doesn't it buzz like sunshine."

YONDER ZANZIBAR / SEYMOUR

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A boat carrying dissension, encountered fearful gales. “Hindsight is just kindling lamented man; not only pointless, quintessentially really senseless” Then unknowingly volunteering, Williams’s xeric young zebra acquiesced, being cast down erroneously. Future gallant heroics; immolation justly knelled.”

Later, Monday night...

SISTERS

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by Andrea Scrima

Can you imagine if you were someone else? I used to think about that a lot, that it could be just as natural to be gazing down at a completely different big toe—I mean, the toe I'd be seeing would seem normal to me, because that toe and not this one, the one I'm looking at right now, would have been the only big toe I'd have ever known as my own. As though it weren't too...

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