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Past the Trestle

I reach for the .38 hidden behind a book, then think, Why bother? He’ll just buy another. My dad said once, or maybe twice, that when the day comes he plans to seize the moment, like the dark side of carpe diem. And when it does, he chooses the day by design, my father, the [...]

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Vampires

“There are vampires over in dat there house. I see ‘em every night, but never in the daytime,” the old man with the weathered, almond-colored skin said to me as I exited my car a few streets off Atlantic Ave. I didn’t believe him at the time. I was visiting an old college friend I [...]

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Birds

Tommy ran into the house, and the backyard was quiet again. The gun felt cold in my hand. I dropped it on the ground. I paused for several seconds, awaiting a cue of some sort, but one didn’t come. I walked over to the corner where the bird had fallen. One eye was still open, [...]

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Once Upon a Time in Long Beach

Once upon a time in Long Beach my Ennio Morriconi theme introduced me everywhere, wrote my ticket, lucid crazies on the street would stop gibbering and swoon – I met a Brooklyn ballet dancer sauntering down Broadway and our spheres of causality venned together, centered on a man who put two quarters in a newspaper [...]

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