Tag: short fiction
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Nine of Spades
A card reading. A dead cigar. And a thirteen-year-old boy who didn’t believe in any of it — until Uncle Wade folded the silk and never touched the cards again.
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Proof
Donna is up at five-fifteen. Two hours before Caitlin will be thinking about waking up. Donna is out of things to write. Caitlin is leaving at eight.
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Three Feet
Fran drives to the far end of the Walmart parking lot every time. The walk tells her more than any interview. Thomas Sudameyer IV has a Patek Philippe on his wrist and a 2:30 he keeps mentioning. He’s about to find out that how you treat a cashier, a cart pusher, and a stranger in…