Tisha Marie Reichle-Aguilera
We gather in El Centro on Christmas Eve. We wear dresses made of velvet and lace. Tia sewed them from the same pattern, each a different color.
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Rebecca Burke
You thought he would understand, that you would try to work out a solution that would allow you to keep your job, until your partner tells you flatly, no, he will not drive you.
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Amelia Franz
On one side of the register sat a rack of cellophane-wrapped Lance crackers, and on the other an enormous glass jar of boiled eggs and pigs feet and other things the boy couldn’t identify, all pickling in a mysterious cloudy liquid.
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Brooke Parry Castro
It’s two a.m. and a storm gathers a few miles off the interstate. There’s no thunder, not yet, but herons abandon the sky and road signs quiver at the whim of the wind. It’s a long way, Florida to Virginia.
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