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Traffic

The traffic light turns from yellow to red, and Lena hits the brakes. The old Dodge truck, bronze and white and rusty in spots,…

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Sometimes You Forget

I wake alone this morning, my husband Gabe already off to work, his note on my nightstand telling me so. Gabe works as a…

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Signs of Departure

Tom threw his stuff in the back of his truck this morning, after the big fight, after we’d talked all night, both of us…

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What Brings Us Home

When Bobby Romeo was going on nineteen, he left the hills with his tail afire. I never seen a body want to leave home…

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Who We Really Are

Libby Gallus, at fifteen, has had it. What happened is this: her mama has turned in to somebody entirely different. Her Grandma Iola, who…