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by
Peter Markus

The boy looked both ways before crossing the street though the driver of the bus never saw him.



Goodbye
by
Jenny Poore

When she looked into his eyes for the last time, big and brown and still swollen from the crying, she realized that she had known all her life it would end just this way at just this time in just this place with nothing between them but eddies of whispers and rivers of laughter and oceans of tears but oddly, that was enough; that would always be just enough.



The Sickness
by
Simon Smith

I think I’ve been sick fifteen times in the past two years – bronchitis, laryngitis, mono, amnesia, the sniffles, consumption, all kinds of stuff – and every time, just after I recover and the ailment has finally dissolved away from my consciousness bit by stubborn bit, I lean over and tell my wife, “honey, I haven’t been sick in ages because my genes and immune system are unstoppable,” which has to mean something about something, some kind of warning, but I guess I don’t care because it must make me feel good about myself and everything else, and that’s the most important thing.



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by
Ben White

She is my sponge: she will soak up the failures, self-pity, and resentment until she is irreparably soiled, and then, I will throw her out.



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by
Paul Kavanagh

Three years had gone by and now Montauciel the butcher believed he could finally fulfill his plan of killing the bank manager, three long bloody years of cutting up bulls, cows, oxen, pigs, sheep, goats, lambs, chickens, roosters, turkeys, and ducks; three long years of blood, of cutting through muscles, tendons, heart, arteries, veins, eyes, nose, lips, gums, teeth, throat, windpipe, esophagus, stomach, liver, gallbladder, pancreas, small and large intestine, bronchial tubes, lungs, brain, spinal cord, nerves, etc, etc.



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by
Steve Barker

I knew I could never love her when I returned to her apartment a week later, and the top was still off the peanut butter jar.



Late
by
Andrew Ervin

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