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Apple Red

Apple Red

by Brian Burmeister
 
We had just sat down for lunch when James got waved over to another table. His girlfriend broke up with him over the weekend, and he was going over there to talk to her.
Crossing the river

Crossing the river

by Dianne Poston Owens
 
It’s a Monday. I’m parked in the shade of an oak tree, listening to Raeford. All is quiet after the bells.
The Shop of Lost Things

The Shop of Lost Things

by Jill Hand
 
It’s quiet, and you can hear clocks ticking slowly and patiently. Dust motes spin and whirl in the dim light. It is the kind of scene that you might encounter in a dream, but this is not a dream.
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