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That Chocolate You Love, by Dominique Marshall

That Chocolate You Love

Cheryl Brown dropped off her mother at the nursing home on a Sunday afternoon, right after Mass. She’d already confessed the relief felt on being rid of her. She just wanted to know how many Hail Mary she needed to

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Posted in 2012, Fiction, Literary

Finding Home, by Mike Lynch

Melancholy. This is a word most people have an inherent knowledge of, but do they really know what it means? A quick look in the dictionary will give you a clinical definition, cold, and without feeling—which more than anything else

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Posted in 2012, Fiction, Literary

Aunt Hedda’s Heritage, by Jan Wiezorek

His gold buttons and official-looking badge were bright beacons in my face. He looked at my 2001 model-year car like I had driven from Mars. “No, it’s only residential on this side of the road.” He waved off-handedly at me.

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Maaf Karo, Forgive me, by Sharmeen Farooq

Fareeda sat so stiff-necked on the cool steel bench that, were her retired military father alive to witness it, she would’ve made him proud. Her hawk eyes, more intense than the unashamed salivating gazes of desperate men, prowled the station

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Breach, by Patrick Ragland

Twenty-three—that’s how many chandeliers Brendan counted—twenty-three. The ceiling was high and arched, of course, being Catholic and Gothic, and from twenty-three gold chains hung twenty-three gold chandeliers. The light of morning mass rendered the flame-shaped bulbs of the plastic candles

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Gone Huntin’, by Abra Staffin-Wiebe

The man stamped his feet hard against the stoop when he stepped outside of his cabin. It was an hour yet before sunrise and cold enough that his breath frosted the air, hanging white against the dark of the trees.

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Ice House, by Steve Hicks

It was the coldest day of the year when the furnace gave up and died. It was Thursday. Daniel and his wife were at work and his daughters at school when it happened, so no one knew until he returned

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Posted in 2011, Fiction, Literary

Reservations, by Matthew Ward

“It’s very good. Won’t you try some?” Beverly glanced briefly at her plate, dismissing a small cutlet, diced into cubes, and mound of white rice. “It’s alright, really…” Thomas ingested a spoonful to substantiate his claim, “Although, I’m sure you’ve

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