Concerning Abigail

Ms. Bradford: About thirty years ago, my family had a slave named Abigail. She was a sweet girl, but stern, and you could never ever break her. She had a long and narrow face and she was taller than the trees that made a perimeter around the house. She pressed her dress and took care…

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Queerness of the Whole Damn Thing

Too easy. It was too easy. A ladder lead us to the roof; a quick kick sent it down and hid it in the bushes. No lights on the south side. Jay used the crowbar to unclasp one of the skylights while I prepared and suited up in the harness. Alarm wasn’t armed, our luck…

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Belgian Chocolate

Our teeth fall out because we don’t eat right, but that’s only when things go right. When things go bad your teeth hang on by a fraction of a root, making it painful to chew, and the wind blows so hard sometimes that you think it will damn well knock them right out of your…

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Not Seeking Sympathy

He isn’t seeking sympathy, why would he? He isn’t alone on Valentines Day. He is enjoying a glass of rum, and how many people can do that? For one, the stuff is too damn expensive if you’re going to properly indulge yourself. And for two, most that properly indulge have a shoddy liver. So, considering…

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Hollerin’ o’er the Hill

You can call me Buddy. Last name’s not important, ‘least not for this story anyway. First off, I liked workin’ at Percy’s farm because o’ the nice weather, ‘n the cattle was always good ta me, whether I’s in a bad mood or not. Percy was a good man, ‘n I’s happier than a pig…

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Then A Train Came

  His eyes were emotionless, perhaps just confused or lost. His short, yellow hair was matted with sweat and swept to the side. His face and arms were covered in thin, irritated and raised scratches that were generously given by the surrounding trees. I watched him carefully as his chest heaved up and down with…

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My Halloween Story

It’s been fifty-seven years since I last went trick-or-treating. I was fourteen. My father accompanied me, as usual; to make sure I wasn’t kidnapped by a gremlin or kicked in the nuts by the other kids, as was the custom in my town to pick on the little guy. And I’m pretty sure that’s actually…

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Take Life, Never Imagination

She caressed his cheek and he whimpered as he awoke on a sandy beach in the heat of summer. The lingering odor of her sweet floral perfume danced around his nose. He had to find her. He waded deep into the warm ocean water. The clear, majestic liquid lapped at his bare knees as he…

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