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Lines like Cut Ties
Read more: Lines like Cut TiesThe lines of the parking lot were old and broken. In this row there were no vacancies and the Volvo sat between two station wagons with stickered tailgates. Cooling the Volvo was the shadow of the visors lowered to catch the glare of the sun and the electronic marquee of the outlet strip ahead. The…
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The Dinner Bell
Read more: The Dinner BellThey had room to play tag, an old sofa and card table, and a TV. If the TV didn’t do it, they would have to sit in their imaginations until dinner was over and they were allowed back upstairs. Upstairs was a crown of light where the grown-ups floated in watery colors and shrieks of…
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Dinnertime
Read more: DinnertimeChapter One of Shy Roan She got me mums. They were waiting on the windowsill, the rust and mustard pompoms wobbling their little homecoming cheer from a foil-wrapped plastic pot that shot disco rays over the bedspread. In the spirit of fresh starts and a bushier tail, I braced myself against the snarky gut instinct…