Category: Short Stories
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A Meeting on Praed Street
She is sitting by the window and far away in her thoughts when the voice intrudes, asking quietly… “Excuse me, it’s Eve, isn’t it…?” She is sitting by the coffee house window, staring out at Praed Street and the passers-by who hurry against the rain. Hoods and high collars, hunched shoulders, plastic hats of…
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The Skinny and the Mule
Pietro Valdez was having a bad morning. Bad mornings usually found him leaning against Enzo’s doorpost, beneath the shade of his friend’s straw roof, and this morning was no exception. Here he could rest, draw on a self-rolled cigarette, and contemplate the injustices that existed in the world. Inevitably, he would reach the same…
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Strings
Melissa: This story stands on its own, but readers might be interested in my first encounter with Melissa, which can be found in story-form here, Melissa arches her back, stretching bare flesh against the quilting of her lounger, the better to observe a frisbee player on the beach. “He’s quite the Greek, isn’t he?”…
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