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Dillinger Days by Michael Fumai

I keep thinking about those other two while I look at her. Famous lovers. Tired and on the road a long time. Heard they killed twelve or thirteen people. Maybe more. Cops shot up their Ford. Over fifty bullets on a dirt road down in Louisiana. It was a hot spring day. A goddam shame.…

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Want by Katherine Marzinsky

Life had always come to Taenia. Abundantly. Effortlessly. As if she were the center of all things, a god firmly anchored in the sea of totality. Jawless, spineless, when Taenia wished to eat, food bathed her. Every inch of her skin would illuminate with satisfaction. All Taenia had to do was grasp the wall and keep from being…

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Rightsize by Louis Wenzlow

Raymond had a confession to make. For the last six months he’d been sheltering them with various financial maneuvers, hopeful that someone from his LinkedIn network would come through with a decent job opportunity, but nothing had materialized, and the latest conventional wisdom was that those jobs were just plain lost, lost for good, forever…

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Upgrade by Hemlock Hyde

If pressed, Margaret would confide how it began with the loss of her figure. Her waist, that neat indentation where Paul tucked his hand while kissing, or clasped, skin-to-skin, during love-making, disappeared with the first pregnancy. She’d eye the mirror, helpless witness as her reflection gave way to other geometry. She found consolation in how,…

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The End by Susan Gabriel

To die would be an awfully big adventure. – J.M. Barrie The evening starts with indigestion and ends with me floating near the ceiling looking down at my body in the bed. This must be what they call an out-of-body experience, I say with a chuckle. I always hated those New Age nuts. My wife…

"Measuring Up"

Measure by Gary Moshimer

My friend Terry bought this new tape measure. We were both out of work, so he asked me to come over and measure stuff with him. He had some beer. It was a nice tape measure, a roll-up cloth fifty-footer. It was a steal, he said. Then after a few beers he admitted to stealing…

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Friday Night Drive to Watertown by Brad Rose

I’m wearing flammable clothing. Also wearing the inflammable clothing. You can’t be too careful. Although it’s not posted, I’m driving the exact speed limit. It must have snowed last night, because I just passed a house with a square snowman. Man, I tell you, those kids have problems. I hope they get some help. Soon. You know what…