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What We Cannot SayWhat We Cannot SayThe subway train rattled through the tunnel like a lung with fluid in it. Chloe Ruiz pressed her forehead against the cold glass of the Flatbush Avenue station and watched her reflection stare back at her. Tired eyes. Dark circles. The kind of tired that sleep does not fix.She had been awake for sixteen hours. Six at the bodega, two at rehearsal, eight walking the hospital...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 38 Views 0 previzualizare
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The MinimalistThe MinimalistAct IThe grocery store was open at 11 PM because in Cleveland, nothing closes. Not even hope, apparently. It just runs on different hours.Kate Madsen stood in aisle seven holding the cheapest wine they carried and a bag of frozen dumplings that cost $2.49. She had been a journalist once—real journalism, bylines and deadlines and the kind of writing that made people think. Then the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 24 Views 0 previzualizare
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MIRROR WORKMIRROR WORKIvy Thompson stopped modeling when she married Jack Mendelsohn. It was not a decision, exactly -- it was more like a slow deflation. First it was one less photoshoot, then another, then her agent stopped calling, then her face stopped appearing in magazines, and then she stopped recognizing herself when she passed reflections.She had been twenty-three when she first appeared on the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 30 Views 0 previzualizare
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The House of Small ThingsThe House of Small ThingsThe bayou does not care what you were before it takes you. It takes everything -- the land, the trees, the houses built on land that was never meant to hold houses, the people who built them and told themselves they could stand against water if they built their foundations high enough and their prayers loud enough. The hurricane came in September of 1954, the kind of...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 32 Views 0 previzualizare
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The phone rang at 3:17 AM on a Saturday, and Vivian Beaumont was already awake, staring at the ceiling of her Greenwich Village apartment, listening to the city breathe through the cracked window.The phone rang at 3:17 AM on a Saturday, and Vivian Beaumont was already awake, staring at the ceiling of her Greenwich Village apartment, listening to the city breathe through the cracked window.She let it ring four times before answering. "Hello?""A woman named Vivian Beaumont," a voice said—male, nervous, speaking with a slight New Orleans accent. "You investigate things.""I do.""A woman is...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 56 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Sixfold CurseThe Sixfold CurseThe fog rose from the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow with coal smoke, curling around the gas lamps of Whitechapel until even the streetlamps looked dim and uncertain. It was November 1888, and London was a city of two halves: on one side of the Serpentine, carriages with velvet curtains and gentlemen in top hats; on the other, children with hollow eyes and women...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 9 Views 0 previzualizare
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The River GirlThe River GirlThe river doesn't care. That's the first thing you learn when you live next to it. It flows the same whether you're watching it or not. Whether you're rich or whether you're nothing. The river doesn't care.Ray knew that. He'd learned it over forty-two years of living in a trailer by the Mississippi in a town called Oelwein, Iowa, which is the kind of place you drive through on the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 23 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Drunken ContractThe Drunken ContractThe thing about being twenty-nine and having your boyfriend cheat on you with his investor's daughter is that it makes you want to do things you would normally never do. Like order a seventh round of margaritas at a bar in Williamsburg that has exposed brick and a sign that says "No WiFi" in hand-painted letters."I'm not sad," I told the bartender, who was a guy named Dex...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 48 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Dissonance Between UsThe Dissonance Between UsI.The church smelled of beeswax and sweat and the particular electricity that fifty strangers generate when they realise, halfway through a reading, that they are no longer strangers.Evelyn stood at the pulpit and read the way she breathed—uneven, sometimes catching on words that caught on something deeper than language. The poem was new. She had written it in the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 20 Views 0 previzualizare
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