The Moon: a giant pearl threaded into the silky night.
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Writing on the sand
When I was young I wrote on the sand pretty ornate words that flirted gracefully with the blue. I watched them go, I had hoped they stayed.…
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1.“Nora, where are you? I am leaving. Don’t wait for me. I will eat a bite in the car. You know how these things work. It may be my golden …
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Alex pushed back her hair tilting sharply her head. She was afraid but that was her secret. No one had to know. Every morning she ran outside under the mortar …
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The Boy at the Window
A tiny boy was at the window. His eyes wandered along the familiar view, the neighbor’s pink house, the slim tree in the garden. His dad had gone out to …
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Up & Far Down
“What do you do, Jim, when you feel down, very down?” “I used to sail.” “And now?” “I stay still and let things move around me … wind, waves, clouds …
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The Usual Client
“He used to sit at that table on the corner, the one on the left. It was weird because he never looked outside. He pretended to read. This I know …
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On Holiday
“Three hundred days of work! This is slavery. I quit.” “Cangemini, may I remind you that you asked for one month of leave of absence because you fell from the …
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The Childhood Friend
Badassi had spent the entire day in front of piles of documents and headshots spread in small piles on the desk. The piles reminded him of the rudimentary sculptures he …
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