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The warning of incoming nuclear annihilation arrived while Maggie was still in the shower. Her phone vibrated three times on the bathroom counter, with the same nonchalant buzz that signaled a text message or an email. She couldn’t hear it though. The buzzing was lost under the…
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It was the summer Becca crash landed in the neighborhood that everything started change. All at once, the creek running the length of the cul-de-sac was…
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She lived in the house at the end of the cul-de-sac, the one with the three-car garage and the sycamore tree at the corner of the yard. She wore…
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She was alive in America as the end began. She was only a child then. Her days were spent in classrooms, where the teachers didn’t talk about the food…
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Phoebe was ten years old the first time her father ran away from home. It was the Sunday after he’d given a sermon on the parable of the lost sheep. She…
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She was just a college kid padding a resume, but in his memory, she was much more. There was a mixtape tattoo on her right forearm because she lived and…
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There are Christmas songs on the radio, but the snow lining the median is a sick grey color. We’re ghosts and we glide down the highway, lit only by the…
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He tells me to smile, but I don’t. I’m too busy trying to figure out how to kill him. “Tell me a story,” I say as I lean against the headboard and light…
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