Fiction – Page 22

(Our Real Limbs), by Harold Abramowitz

(31) Then we were waiting for that last second, I thought. It was a good day. There were good…

No surprise Trina had spent half her inheritance on something abandoned. Years before, she’d exchanged chains of emails with…

Blenk, more and more troubled by the phrases appearing on his writing pad, went to the window, pulled back the…

One morning, a day not apparently unlike any other since I arrived in this small place, I woke, and…

I see my sister, Eugenie. She’s just a child. I’m a child too, three years older. We’re escaping Poland.…

He captured the first word in a hot viscous jam, and picked up another word on the way to…

Dr. Hoff says: Daddy was a country doctor. In suspenders. Making house calls. He specialized in children, but was…

Cliché alert—not sure this can be expressed without them. A nightmare of colossal magnitude. OK, just the facts, ma’am. Those…

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