As his wife passed through the hallway wearing a terrycloth bathrobe, her expression vacant, as if she’d slept in too long, Emery saw a painting through her neck. Her hair …
Civilizations
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“Do I really have to be here for this?” said the finance minister, sweat rolling down his round face as they trudged across the shimmering tarmac. “You could let the …
Boundaries
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“Okay everyone!” Mrs. Pratt called. “Time to turn in your drawings of the seasons and line up to go to music class.” Most of the kids cheered at that. A …
The Cats of Kruger
View PostWhen Last the Cicadas Sang
“Let’s go listen for cicadas,” Ansibel said. The eight-year-old picked at a big book of insects with grubby fingernails. “They should come out soon.” Kara stood, stretching her old back. …
