Elissa Field
The scrub smoked already, the earth itself baking animals out of holes. Tree roots flaming calderas, a thousand degrees beneath the soil.
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Francine Witte
The depot dog a scrunch in the velvet night, his neon family, somewhere, maybe, wondering where he ran off to.
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David Waters
A week later his blood alcohol level came back at 8 times the legal limit. I thought how one minor detail changed a whole life story.
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Tommy Dean
Everything she says to me while we wait in the parent drop-off line feels like she’s trying to say something else, but it’s a language I don’t understand.
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