strong rains and hail in the city by Claudia Dea
Rusty Gas Can by Shawn Nystrand

Dust and Blue Smoke

Kennit Martin charged into the playground like a tumbleweed on a mission. “Hey Jeff!” he yelled, still thirty feet away from me. “Steenrud’s bought a whole gallon of gasoline!” He gulped air. “I was at the post office when the creeper came! He said he’s already put the wheels on!” I…

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Preventative Maintenance

As I belly-crawled through the conduit, I saw my boss Matthews’ smiling face in my mind’s eye and regretted not fighting harder to get out of this assignment. “Why me?” I’d asked. “Why not you?” she’d countered. Surely a smaller, thinner, person would have been better suited for this job—that…

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A Distant Honk

The footprints were as big as my snowshoe, the narrow heel a crisp outline, the impression not more than a couple of hours old. The clown tracks beelined from the forest edge toward my campsite, then grew more erratic as they disappeared between dark spruce trees hunched under their winter…

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Summertime

It is a long lazy Irish day, as Irish days can be as June winds down its sails to be relieved on station by July, Sun drifting over the horizon, taking forever to make up its mind to dip a toe in the ocean, haze dimming it to a scarlet…

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