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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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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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Before the Wall

From my house on Cambridge Street in North Long Beach, my family and I could hear the cars and trucks zooming down the 710. The vibrations made it feel like an earthquake! A dozen times or so while lying in my bed at night, I could hear an accident on the freeway. As I always [...]

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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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