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The Good Life: Wednesday April 15th, 2015.

Posted on July 7, 2015 by mable33

“Do you have anything else by Cormac McCarthy?” June asks, “Blood Meridian was good.” She’s leaning close to Grace’s bookshelves, panning over rows of Michael Crichton and Isaac Asimov. I’m not sure what the trouble is, everything’s categorized Science Fiction, Fantasy, or Other, with each … Continue reading →

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Everything and Nothing: Friday Jan. 30th, 2015

Posted on March 26, 2015 by mable33

“Hello, stranger.” Mrs. Jane says, smiling as I slide into the familiar plastic bucket seat in front of her desk, “It’s been awhile.” “Sorry. Things came up.” I say. Guilt, having buzzed around my ear like a mosquito these last few weeks, sinks … Continue reading →

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Pulling Teeth: Monday Nov. 10, 2014

Posted on January 2, 2015 by mable33

“Do you think you have any cavities?” Mom asks, steering the Camry down 4th St., remembering her turn signal and keeping a perfect thirty feet from the pulp wood truck just ahead of us. “No.” I say, meaning I don’t feel anything and am reasonably sure … Continue reading →

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Sister o’ Mine, Where have You Been?: Saturday, Nov. 8, 2014

Posted on December 26, 2014 by mable33

“Here?” Morgan asks. She points to the Books-A-Million sign standing tall above a half-filled parking lot. I nod, and she pulls my van up to the bargain books carts outside the front door. I step out into the cold. “Make it quick, I’ll … Continue reading →

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