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The Coat by Joel Glover

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Lessons by Kathryn Kulpa

Once, before she was my mother, my mother played violin in a local orchestra. She kept her instrument, took it out at holiday parties, her hands gliding the bow over the strings with magical quickness, chin proud, elbow bent just so. In fourth grade, our school offered free music lessons to anyone who wanted them,…
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The House as a Picture of the Past by Bright Aboagye

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Who Wins the 109.361 Yard Race? by J. S. O’Keefe

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Hillside by Zary Fekete

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Corridor by Martina Collender

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Shared Values by Natalya Edwards

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A Steady State Model by Mary Grimm

Our grandmother was the first dead person we knew, although we hadn’t known her very well. She was old, and she often spoke in another language. The oldest cousin claimed that she understood her when she spoke in Slovak, but the rest of us didn’t believe her, except for her sister because they always stuck…
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Going to a Show Tonight by Bruce Buchanan

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The Strange Man at the Door by Noel Lis

Somewhere in a quiet, forgotten corner of Edmonton, somebody or something rapped on the door of Mr Thomas, the sort of man in his mid-70s who had retired long ago but had never really ceased working. It was a knock with no voice: a flurry of light raps might betray a nervous insistence, while heavy…
