Eliot Li
The blood pooled above the Chinese Bing Crosby’s eyebrows and dripped onto the floor, puddling next to his shiny black shoes. He didn’t have time to get stitches.
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Eric Scot Tryon
There wasn’t a single inch of open space, so I tacked the flier over an announcement for T-Ball sign ups. Ages 5-9, no experience necessary. But now that space read: “Last Seen: Wednesday at 2:50 leaving St. Vincent’s High School.”
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Lori Barrett
She stares at the beige ceiling tiles as the machine gurgles near her feet. It’s mostly painless and lasts about as long as the bartender did.
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Sara Streeter
I save every image, as if it is part of a puzzle that will reveal who I might have been, each piece, a sliver of the life I could have lived with you. But you were just a toddler the day our mother came home from the Daegu hospital and told you I was dead.
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