I believed that living in despair was very elegant. I believed it for the entire two years I spent in…
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By morning, the mistral had died down completely. Transportation Press will soon be announcing our publishing program for 2018-2019. In…
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Inside The Mountain. The old house is more neglected than I’d imagined, veranda hanging off the front, stairs falling away…
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It was some time since I had seen him? Before he had returned to Fez. Before he left Monsieur Jones.…
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He left the room and the gallery phase-shifted into a coloured blur. He couldn’t find Fiona. Time slowed down and…
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The sky has lifted at least thirty feet. I sat there, not moving. The shock must have cracked the pavement,…
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I ran on a few more steps until I was below a streetlamp and stopped, panting and sweating. The yellow…