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33 Wild Is the Wind

Joel dances with a clown who has long Raggedy Anne’s type hair; it’s a slow dance to a slow song, Wild is the Wind, recorded by David Bowie in 1976, and written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington in 1957. … Continue reading

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30 Not What You Think

       “Damn it. Fuck.” Steve McSwain curses and bangs his hands, now fists, on the steering wheel of the International Harvester. Traffic is at a crawl on I-80. He turns on his portable sat-nav. It can route him around the traffic. … Continue reading

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25 Ace of Wands, Reversed

        “Let me see the card I gave you.” Bridget says.       Ethan reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, “this?” He pulls out a crumpled card.        “Wait. Flatten the card face down in your palm. Keep it that way and … Continue reading

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24 Thumb Print

“I’ve got chicken and steak next, so don’t fill up.” Comma announces. He places the chicken quarters on the center of the grill; they will take the longest. Phoebe sets two wine coolers down on the spool table for Tracy … Continue reading

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23 Wine Cooler

       “Should I put the chicken and steaks on?” Comma yells through the back door. No answer. He pulls an apron out of the power supply bay of one of the Mac towers and loops it over his head. It is … Continue reading

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22 Traverse

       Steve McSwain pulls up to the stoplight at the I-80 East ramp from the Oakland Port. The light is red; he pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket and texts his progress to the Vanilla Shed’s dispatcher. Warehouse workers … Continue reading

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14 Nicky’s Kicks and Nicks

       Ethan turns onto his back in his full size futon and opens his eyes. Shit, he thinks to himself as the ceiling comes into focus, I made it home. He sighs loudly. His mouth is dry. He is still in … Continue reading

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