Southern Lit

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I Met a Man

A Greyhound bus stopped right in front of me, and the first passenger out was a man wearing a Fedora, and he tipped his…

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Calling Out the Moon

On the day I said goodbye to Kenner, we saw a girl we’d gone to high school with a million years ago, who still…

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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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Here on the Edge of Everything

On the plane, the cooling system shot clouds of fog out into the crowded cabin. The old man in front of me, thinking it was…

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The Mending Season

Molly slips her winter coat on and jogs across her front yard to check on her Bradford pear tree. It is just after seven…

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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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Christmas Eve at the Hard Times Cafe

As soon as Donna steps foot in the Hard Times Café she isn’t Donna anymore. Here, where she waitresses, they called her Red, because…