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Temporary Reprieve

Much to Sammy’s chagrin, Splice of Life’s operational regulations required her to remain in the wheelchair once the procedure was complete. For three years already she’d been confined to it,   and she was ready to be free of it, if just for a little

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Come and Claim It

I had been gone for three months. In some ways, I had been gone for a lot longer than that.  It was a working trip, not a holiday, but it was still refreshing to get away. Removed to a foreign country, away from the the

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A Rite of Passage

Two days, already. Two days out in the woods, squatting patiently in the underbrush, and Malcolm had yet to bag a deer. Hadn’t even bothered to raise his rifle yet, let alone actually fire a shot, despite Henry’s having spotted several healthy, prime specimens for

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Postcard From the Middle of Nowhere

We were on the umpteenth hour of a long drive to an uncertain future upstate, and we were fighting. Our quarrel was a petty thing, over who’s turn it was to select the music, but wrapped in the paper folds of that argument was one

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What We Wrought

My great-grandfather built the bench. He was an ironworker, one of many tradespeople hired by federal public works projects to rebuild parks after the war. He shaped the metal and laid out the planks, and saw it installed on the banks of the river. When

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Totemic

There is the world, and the warp and weave left to denote time’s passage. Boughs bend and gnarl, mountains erode and crumble, oceans recede and leave deserts behind. Such it is with all things.  This land was a lush place when our ancestors settled it,

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The Land of Joy

After forty-seven years of operation, the front gates of Jasper’s Joyland will be closing for the final time. The visitors have long since stopped coming, what remains of the skeletal staff has been discharged with severence, and the park swept of any lingering vagrants and trespassers.