Monthly Archives: March 2014

All I Remember Is

“All I remember is the bus, the bus with the silent women, the silent women but in my head they have no eyes and I don’t remember if that’s the way it was in the picture, or if they had … Continue reading

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Return 5

At the crest of the hill, we stood, looking out over the valley below. The surface rubble  here was beginning to be overtaken by the stonegrass. It spilled in spiked tufts down the face of the cliffs leading to the … Continue reading

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The Girl Who Would See

When she arrives on the landing, she is wearing only one sneaker, and in the pocket of her faded men’s button-down shirt, there is a twenty-dollar bill. “I’m home,” she tells the loft, as she enters, her hand on the … Continue reading

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