Category: Short Story
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Hemorrhoid Cream and Death Threats
The phone rings on the other side of the cubicle. “This is Johnson,” the voice answering it sings, like he’s on a Broadway stage. No. Probably off-Broadway, because it’s Johnson. He’s my suitemate with a penchant for various types of musicals, but opera singers like Pavarotti? That’s where his passion lives. That, and anything musical…
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He Knows My Name
A stranger in Pioneer Square quotes lines from banned books. Ink-stained fingers. Knowledge of old stories makes him dangerous. But it’s what he knows about me that turns my blood cold. In a world without books, how does he know my name?
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The Year We Made Our Own Rules
George Orwell wrote about 1984. I lived through it. They weren’t the same thing. Junior high was worse.
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Foam and Blood
Frank Kellerman watches the con unfold. Thirty years on the force taught him to read setups. Tonight’s different.
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Bad Math
The foam hits my knees. Two linebackers line up their play. Someone’s going down hard tonight—and it ain’t gonna be me. Where’s Jessica?
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