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Home by Gail South

Eric curbed the old Chevy next to the sidewalk. He glanced around to make sure no one was close, then tugged off his T-shirt—gritty with sweat and muck from digging in orange dirt—swabbed it under his arms, and snatched a brown one off the passenger seat. He sniffed it, shrugged, and pulled it on. . . . read more



Aim by Claire Rann

I see a pale circle of flesh. He is holding me toward the side of her neck, a few inches away. The skin looks tired and freckled. It quivers.

He did not take me out until a few seconds ago. His hand had been curled tightly around my grip in his coat pocket. I’d heard yelling but seen nothing. I was ready. . . . read more