Juliet Is Drinking Her Morning Tea When She Notices A Crack by Noemi Scheiring-Olah

1 sip Hot blend of black and a spot of white. A stroke to the tongue, a hump to the throat, a pause to time. Perfect. A crack zigzags ceiling-to-floor. An insulting cut to the book-page-white wall. 2 sips Warmth, unfit to iron out a frown. Side-eyeing the crack, Juliet calls out, Howard?, immediately wondering …

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You Never Forget How to Feed Them Even Though There’s Nothing, and Tell Them You’ll Eat Later by Jimmy Webb

These moments are everything. Right now with Azalea is when I’m truly home, even if it’s virtual. She’s wearing the cream chiffon scarf I bought for her thirtieth. She always wears something I got her. Her subtle way of showing her love. I wish I could return the gesture, but have to make do with …

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Game Over by Gail Anderson

The end comes on a hot day, trees and cars throwing long shadows, lawns browning, tarmac oozing. Dark then light: Finn moves the ball from shade to sun, barely aware of the crisping grass under his running feet. Barely aware of the house to the north, his mother inside, the street to the south, out …

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