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WALK IN THE FIRE    (AN EXCERPT)

WALK IN THE FIRE (AN EXCERPT)

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So, I told her, I says right there, with my shorts in one hand, my pants in the other, standing right on her front porch, bare ass as the day I was born for all the world to see, I says, if you think you’re getting a dime of child support from me, then you’remore

Bugs and Olive

Bugs and Olive

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Gabe’s father sat in a camping chair with the trailer’s operating manual, which he read like the Bible, every morning, and made notes along the margins with a fine-tip pen. Out of a newly formed routine, Gabe felt the urge to compare him to some type of bird, but found it difficult due to his father’s arsenal of rifles lined against the trailer’s paneling. Gabe interpreted this as a kind of political statement, but his father claimed he was just being prepared: He believed that bear was coming back.more

I Ended Up Saying Something

I Ended Up Saying Something

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I came to know them all. I knew them well enough to hate them. Except the artist. I grew to love the artist.more

The Great Invader

The Great Invader

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A cool breeze swept out of the nearby hills. Summer’s death rattle. We lingered in the playground across the field from the Great Invader as long as we could, knowing our parents would expect us home soon. Shanker hung from the jungle gym, lifting his chin again and again above the high bar. Caleb andmore

The Enforcer

The Enforcer

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This all started when my doppelganger up and died.more

Does this look like Chi?

Does this look like Chi?

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There are two types of kids. The type when they get sick their parent takes them to the doctor and they get better. Then there are kids who’d get sick and don’t know how to go to the doctor. All they know is that it probably cost money that they don’t have and their mommore

In the Bar Ditch

In the Bar Ditch

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We got greedy. We wanted a baby out of her. She was so nice we couldn’t just have one of her. We needed two. Now we have none of her.more

We’d Be Soldiers

We’d Be Soldiers

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“They were my friends, and I wanted to kill them.”more

Piss-ants

Piss-ants

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Skip knocked on the cabin door. Didn’t get an answer. Walked right in. The place was as he remembered it. Stuffed with stuffed animals. Birds and foxes on fake wood perches. Deer heads hovering over the wood-burning stove. Largemouth bass in exaggerated poses of high drama. A stink hung in the air like a chandelier.more

I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

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My grandfather used to ask to see my cigarettes. “Get the bell,” he’d say, turning the pack over in his hands, “it’s pell-mell.” Then he would smile and ask if that commercial was still running, even though he knew it wasn’t. He had quit smoking before I was born, but he still asked how mymore