short story

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Lifted Up

Arbor switches off the TV, throws the remote onto the coffee table with a thud. She can’t watch one more minute of Miranda Lambert…

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Landslide

Layla has been making Thanksgiving dinner since she was in her late teens. The first time was the year her mother died. The death…

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Girls Who Run

Sometimes a girl just has to run. Sometimes her feet take over. This is one of those times, early morning, early January. I’m at…