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May 1, 2008 | Fiction

The Old In and Out Odyssey

Frayn Masters

There was no place to get it on.


There are bulky strange men in the kitchen, they are laying new black and white tile. It is daylight out, so that limits the possibilities. The proximity of

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Slaves photo

May 1, 2008 | Fiction

Slaves

Bonnie ZoBell

The unruly ferns creeping over the porch of the grand old house in Selma, Alabama, didn't fool Allie. Nor the lacy vines hugging the walls and roof. Old money. Unlike the transience of bungalow

House of Words photo

May 1, 2008 | Fiction

House of Words

Scott Tomford

The Living Room

 

This is where we watch TV, where we entertain guests and let them add to the walls. You can see some of the words from the last dinner party on the ceiling if you look

My Son Thinks He's French photo

May 1, 2008 | Fiction

My Son Thinks He's French

Patrick Wensink

My son thinks he's French.

His accent was cute at first, but it's starting to get on my nerves. If he asks for another glass of Beaujolais I'm gonna go to jail for child abuse.

Yesterday, I