by Shelly Alminas

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short fiction

I wear a bowtie because there is an old woman in the muffin shop every morning who seems very intent on being there.

by Denise Coville

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short fiction

Walking down Yale Avenue North at 7:30 pm and a Juggalo is pissing at birds.

by Rani Deigh Crowe

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flash fiction

By the time the writings were traced back to me on Sixty Minutes, I was living a reasonably well-adjusted life with a Mormon lesbian couple in Brooklyn.