At the Door by Nicole Tanquary
Gray day. Dark day. Open curtains, but sun stops at window sill. Chew slowly. Dentures clack, only...
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Gray day. Dark day. Open curtains, but sun stops at window sill. Chew slowly. Dentures clack, only...
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I’m in love with a girl called Alice, but don’t know what to do about it. Asking her out is...
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The TV news anchor sounded strange when he said, “We’re getting scattered reports of disturbances...
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The old man lowered his gaze to the fire and poked at the simmering coals with the steal toe of...
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Twice a year, her skin peels off. It always starts with her fingers and toes. They ache for days,...
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