Category: Fiction
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What If We Kissed Beneath the Crashing Spy Balloon?
We’ll have to hurry if we’re going to make it. If we leave now and push the speed limit, we can be at the South Carolina coast just as the flashing lights start to peek out of the clouds. We’ll dash down the damp beach and leap into the frigid waves, clothes and all, swimming…
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Fire in the Gap
I cannot remember what happened. It is a hole, a blank spot, an infinitesimal chasm in what was my mind. The moments leading up are hazy, as if I saw them through layers of gauze.
To Whom It May Concern... 