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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…
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Beguiled by Hilary Ayshford

We wanted to be gypsies, the raggle-taggle vagabonds of folksongs and fairy tales. We wanted to meander through the countryside in brightly painted wooden caravans on wheels, pulled by thickset ponies with shaggy coats and fringed feet, to sleep under the stars and cook food on an open fire, lit by lanterns glimmering in the…
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Where by Glen Pourciau

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Things That Count by Beth Sherman

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Clothesline Murmurs by Cheryl Rebello

Mid-summer: If the clothes drying on the nylon ropes under their window have any veracity to convey, and they do, the man whose apartment window is directly opposite mine wears a lot of corduroys. It appears he owns a lot of solid, full-sleeve shirts to go with them. His wife, on the other hand, favours…
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Sanctuary by Ali Rowland

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Before the Storm by Paul Hilding

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Blanket by Melissa Llanes Brownlee

Don’t let me be lonely she says, her arms cuddling her yellow blanket, her legs splayed underneath, painted toes peeking out, because it’s too hot to have a blanket, but she refuses to be without it, give me a hug she begs, her nails scratching the holey patches she’s made over the years, a comforting…
