Sunday Stories: “Confessions of The Lovestruck”

Confessions of The Lovestruck by Leland Cheuk 2001 China launched an unmanned spacecraft named Shenzhou 2. Apple debuted iTunes. And Carrie Kahl auditioned for The Lovestrikes. I remember it better than the day we heard “Blood Hunger” went platinum. She had jet-black hair, blue eyes under thick mascara and eye shadow, and lipstick the color of pork’s blood. She wore denim shorts cut off at the knees and a tank top made out of an XL t-shirt with the sleeves […]

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Sunday Stories: “Good Egg”

Good Egg by Shayne Terry We answer within one ring. Don’t worry about being fast. It happens automatically. A window opens and there is a person in your ear. The ring is just to warn you. You’ll know the name by the account on the screen. If you can’t pronounce it, just say “Sir” or “Ma’am.” Most of them are okay with “Sir” or “Ma’am.”

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Sunday Stories: “Don’t You Swim?”

Don’t You Swim? by Sara Lippmann If she’s smart about it, Nora can survive the whole boat ride without incident. The boat, a 60-foot catamaran, accommodates 12 other families. Plus crew. Equipment, buffet and bar. Maybe, it’s not even him, standing in line at the port with his wife, her straw tote and rash-guarded twins. His Dartmouth cap a giveaway, but maybe, he won’t recognize her. Abortion Roy. She will hustle to the stern and slather sunscreen on her children, […]

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Sunday Stories: “I Become An Ambiguity”

I Become An Ambiguity by Jared Daniel Fagen I. Fracture It would be the longest plane ride I would ever take. Later on I traveled, but never did I achieve that distance again. There is no memory I can invent, no shame to give origin. Neither a resemblance, traits I could with accuracy trace as I aged. I knew only what I would not become, what I would repudiate, loathe to be. It was too late for me. By now […]

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Sunday Stories: “The Man Could Put Out a Fire”

The Man Could Put Out a Fire by Janelle M. Williams She saw Keith two months ago. He had a girlfriend and a face full of razor bumps. She’d never seen him forego his three-inch beard, and she wondered how long he could keep the girlfriend without it. It’s hard to describe her own relationship with him, but the first word that comes to mind is inconsistent. They are consistently inconsistent. Every couple of months or so, she receives or […]

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