Heart by David Gruber
I lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my heart. It has a hole in it—somewhere on the Septum. My dad told me once
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I lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my heart. It has a hole in it—somewhere on the Septum. My dad told me once
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Continue readingBern Vega walked through the front door of his tiny bungalow on Brook Street with the words of the writing class instructor resonating in his head: “If you’re having trouble getting started
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The patio door swung open. I panicked and jumped about ten feet. She was near me, a car’s length to my left.
Continue readingThe restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled plates and glasses arrive at the small, closely jammed tables.
Continue readingI sat across from Sarah in the kitchen, her dark brown hair held to one side with a scrunchy. She was wearing a pink robe, faded from years of wear. It was now past twelve on a chilly October night.
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Continue readingMy dad tapped the top of his beer can and turned Tom Petty up louder.
“Make sure you get the right kind.”
Continue readingI was sitting in my room when I first saw it. Or thought I saw it, I suppose. I can’t say that I’ve ever actually seen anything. But I knew it was there, nonetheless.
Continue readingOctober 22, 2015 by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at
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