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The Matador

My maintenance man is having heart surgery tomorrow. He’s 81 years old and he told me this morning that if he doesn’t wake up it won’t be a big deal. He shrugs when he says this, like he’s mentioning dry wall. It’s sunny for the first time in days and he’s looking at the blue [...]

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Ninety-Nine Cents Only

U-Check and First to Know. Those were her options. Each only 99 cents. She picked up the blue U-Check box, flipping her wrist to read the back. Marilu wouldn’t shut up—a continuous clucking over her shoulder. “He was just being insecure, ya know? Just wanted to make sure I was his.” “Mmm-hmmm,” Steffany muttered. “At [...]

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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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Maw-Maw

I used to think my grandmother was crazy. She’d sit in our backyard for hours talking to the trees. I remember her telling me once that “trees are our people because they’re the offspring of the Earth’s undying spirit and our noble blood, which has been spilled all across this land.” Her favorite tree was [...]

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