Monthly Archives: August 2007

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Reunion

Carefully, one by one, he began to take the rocks away. Removing them from the mound, he placed them beside him in a neat pile. Revealing. Uncovering. This was where it all began; this lonely little cairn on the hilltop. Before the phone hotline job,

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The Point Where You Place Your Hand

The night sings. There’s a spatter of stars fighting through the wet orange glow of the street lights, and he spins around as he looks up, his head back, his arms wide. This night. He feels like taking off his shoes and dancing on the

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The Science of Rock Picking

I lay half on the grass and half on the stones and reflected that this week would’ve had to really strain itself to be any worse. And today? Today was a virtual fruit basket of bad luck. A big wicker basket of awful, tied off

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The Samaritan.

– Hello, Samaritans, can I help you? The line buzzed and, below that, breathing, faint and faraway. – That’s okay.  Take your time.  There’s no rush. At the edge of hearing, an intake of breath, the prelude to speech.  But it failed to arrive. –

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Grateful

– Morning, constable. Fancy seeing you here. – Morning, ma’am. Yeah, I do seem to be pulling duty on most of these, don’t I? – You think he’s another one, then? – Yes, ma’am. – And what brings you to this conclusion, Feathers? Fancy yourself

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Straw Man

I try to stay calm. I touch the dirt; let it run between my fingers. I can hear my blood pounding. For the third time this week, I am going to die. Im crouching in a field of golden wheat. Literally, in the fifteen-foot high