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Dead Cats in the Cold NightDead Cats in the Cold NightDead Cats in the Cold Night
She wrapped her trench coat around herself, sealing in her body heat and covering up her coffee-stained, untucked shirt as best as she could with one arm occupied. Her skirt was fine except for the faded look that one too many wears had given it. It seemed silly straightening up just to return a wayward dog, but Lorna had a strange compulsivity when it came to making tidy – if only for social appearances and professional merit. Once she was in the safety of her own car after work she could strip off her well put together demeanor.
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CoyotesHe’s sitting out there now. She sees him in the bushes. There is no moon, no light at all but two glowing orbs shining back at her from the shadows. Even though she’s wrapped tightly in a blanket she shivers.Coyotes
Earlier tonight she tried to ignore it as she has for the past few weeks. She’s read, sent emails, organized her closet – even her collection of shoes, which she’s arranged from left to right starting from the one’s she wears most to the one’s she wears least. Tonight she took a shower for a long time, scrubbing herself hard, trying to
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Inch by Inch, Foot by FootInch by Inch, Foot by FootInch by Inch, Foot by Foot
The first thing that happens is they take off your shoes. You have nice feet. Plump little ones that wriggle at the touch, and the examiner takes special interest in their softness. He gives them a few good strokes and says, “This is quite a pair.” When he says “quite” his voice almost squeals with excitement, but his face doesn’t show it beyond an arched eyebrow.
People whisper about things like this, places that steal people’s parts – arms and legs, etc. Maybe they are going to sell you on the
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VacationNaomi PogroszewskiVacation
Vacation The sands are deeper than usual. I can tell because every time we reach the bottom of a hill it nearly buries the nose of the car. It's hot and we're lost. We've been here for a few weeks now. Nothing but sand in every direction. Our car can drive through it. Surprising. We don't need food to stay alive or gas to run our car. We have endless cell phone battery but no reception. This place is an impossibility, a contradiction. There is no way for sure to know what's going on. We think that w
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