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Bamboo

I woke to the scent of green.
It wasn’t the harsh sting of pine or the wet rot of a swamp, but something softer—sweet and grassy. It folded over me like a blanket. My body felt heavy. I couldn’t open my eyes right away. I let the smells pull me up first, like a tide lapping gently at the edge of sleep.
I’m lying down, I think. On something cool…firm. The earth, I guessed. Packed soil, maybe a little damp, pressing against me. I shifted slightly. A dozen small aches blossomed along my ribs and shoulders, like I’d slept wrong or fallen from . . .…Continue the story…

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Twice Killed


Detective Olivia Wingate lingered outside the small cottage, the late autumn wind curling around her coat like unseen fingers. The case was over. The evidence was there. Justice, if one could call it that, would come in its own slow, methodical way. But none of it felt like enough.
She had spent . . .…Continue the story…

Five Things


The early afternoon sun was brutal, fading the colors of the world into flattened versions of themselves. Ora and Sally sat at a battered red picnic table next to Grillo’s Subs, its peeling paint sticking slightly to the underside of Ora’s forearms. The heavy scent of vinegar and hot asphalt hung in . . .…Continue the story…

The Night The Orange Got Juiced


“I’d like to sign up for the Navel Academy!”
The thick rinded officer behind the desk barely looked up. “A little seed like you. You’d be pulp in about five minutes. We’re not running a produce stand here, kumquat. The door’s behind ya.”
“I can do it, sir!”
“I told you, bud, you don’t got what it . . .…Continue the story…

Bella of the Ball


I thought it looked pretty good. I’d set it up in pin curls with what was left of my hair piled up on top. The sides and back were still shaved, of course. It was so hot that day I would’ve shaved it all off had Frinda not stopped me. It was only hair after all. It more or less just got in the way . . .…Continue the story…

Trip of a Lifetime


Bindi pulled into Mindy’s driveway at 6:42 a.m., precisely twelve minutes later than she’d intended. It wasn’t her fault—her husband Teddy had insisted on giving her a good long hug before she left, murmuring about how much he’d miss her. Bindi suspected it was more about the unfettered access to . . .…Continue the story…

After Party


The door clicked softly behind her. She was out. She’d made it. Smiled for the cameras, kissed the babies, laughed, hugged, and faked her way through the whole damn night. Now it was finally over. One thing she couldn’t bear was to say goodbye. She’d kept up the act for as long as she could. Lining . . .…Continue the story…

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