Sunday Stories: “Bet You’re Wond’ring How I Knew”

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Bet You’re Wond’ring How I Knew
by Daniel Paisner

Okay, so the first thing that needs doing is nothing.  That’s all.  Just lay here a while longer, maybe try not to move.  Keep totally still.  Let the day find you—that’s the phrase she runs through her mind.  

Shari Braverman figures this is something she can handle.  It’s like she’s left herself no other choice.  Jana has left her no other choice.  Shari can’t even remember Jana crawling into bed with her, but here she is, this child, splayed across the body pillow they’ve apparently been sharing.  Jana has always been a restless sleeper, so Shari is careful not to wake her.  Rest with intention, she tells herself.  Shouldn’t be too, too hard, right?  And yet, move a muscle, breathe too loudly, get up to pee and the day will run away from Shari Braverman, just as all the days now run away from her.

Basically, she wants to keep the world from spinning.

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Sunday Stories: “The Summer We Ate Off the China”

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The Summer We Ate Off the China
by Devin Jacobsen

She has been kneeling over the toilet, arms on the cool of the seat, when the light goes off on the phone. From the far side of the bed the man turns from watching her and reads the number without any name and is about to ask, “Shall I answer it?” but before he is able he hears it coming up into the bowl.

When at last she turns off the light and goes to the bed, so long has it been she would have thought he were sound asleep, but she finds him awake, waiting there, knows he has deliberately stayed awake and is waiting to speak as he coaxes her to his arms.

After a while he clears his throat.

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Sunday Stories: “Talking with Funny Voices”

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Talking with Funny Voices
by Patrick W. Gallagher

For familiar reasons that require no elaboration, Rick and Betty had to spend all of their time indoors and were not able to see friends and family. So, to break up the monotony and loneliness, they created new personalities by speaking in exaggerated accents and pantomiming fantastical gestures.

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Sunday Stories: “Boundaries, Transgressions”

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Boundaries, Transgressions
by Seth Rogoff

When I joined the online faculty meeting a few minutes late, thirty or forty of my colleagues were already logged in and listening to the dean making nervous, over-caffeinated small talk before he formally commenced what was sure to be a pointless, tedious hour. The online version of these meetings was, on the whole, even more monological and irritating than its pre-pandemic predecessor. On the other hand, it was now easy enough to cut one’s video feed and do other things, or simply to fade away into a blissful state of non-thought while the dean, or some other administrator, droned on about college policies or, worse, tried to pat us on the back for doing our “part” to “avert a crisis.” 

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Sunday Stories: “Bamboo Breeze”

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Bamboo Breeze
by Samuel J Adams

When I was fifteen, I used to smoke weed with my neighbor, Moustakas. Moustakas was seventeen but he’d taken the GED two years earlier and was already a working man. He repaired phones, working through piles on a table in his parents’ den. He commandeered that den like a man of importance and, like a man of importance, he was already hugely fat. And he sold weed, mainly to me, accompanying his sales with advice.  

“Friend George,” he’d say. “Weed is a trifling side-hustle. Phones—that’s real business.”

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Sunday Stories: “Beautiful”

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Beautiful
by James Jacob Hatfield

The head and arms are wrapped with a high density plastic sleeve to protect the chair from any oral leakage. A metallic beaded chain (like the ones used for anchoring bank teller pens) nips at my neck hairs and is alligator clipped to a blue bib (also for spit). The paperwork I left with the receptionist details my checkered past with Lidocaine. 

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