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Clark smiled broadly, which was unusual for Clark. Prone to anxiety and depression, he often sat through our weekly sex offender treatment sessions wearing an exhausted, dour expression, as though his life were coming to an end and he’d sooner sleep through the last dreadful bits. But today he smiled—it was a rather handsome smile—and…

Edgar

A flicker in the bottom corner of my eye, too quick to identify but slow enough to determine speed and direction. It’s source: the dried goods shelf where oyster and hoisin sauce cans are stacked in rows; it’s destination: the small, irregular hole at the baseboard behind the stove. Unperturbed, I continued sliding blocks of…

Homecoming

My neighbor died the day I moved into my apartment. This I learned from another neighbor, Dillan, who lives three doors down. She’d went by Charlie, he said, and added that she’d been very old, nearly ninety, and in poor health. She’d had a cat. This I learned not from Dillan but surmised myself from…

Andy

We sit on the porch at a table painted sea-foam green, mauve, and lavender. Wind chimes trill in a curry-scented breeze. And in a nearby window, beside a potted pencil plant, sits a six-armed bronze figure. It is of Shiva, the Hindu god of fertility and life, and also, paradoxically, of death and destruction. In…

The Apartment

We pulled up to the apartment complex at quarter till noon. My father agreed to let me drive so that I could re-acclimate myself to the road ahead of my upcoming driving test. In a McDonalds parking lot a mile from the halfway house we stopped to swap seats. The steering wheel felt small in…

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