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“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”

Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?

Diane Kirsten Martin

Paharganj reels with beggars. Old women, boys, breast-feeding girls.

I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.

Every morning I wipe the sweat from the hollow of my master’s throat.

“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”

Not every fate was alike. Not everyone ended up paired off in love.

God doesn’t punish wrongdoing. Rewards multiply if tended to in secret.

I was creating art instead of counting beans like everyone else.

She had instinct for seeing what she could make happen.

You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.

She pointed to the end of the driveway. “Is he yours?”

My husband barely noticed, while I felt the sharp bite of her words.

The Wolf put on a great performance, crawling around on the stage.

She’s young and lovely in a mad, disheveled way, and hard to resist.

we’ve walked the streets: candied apples on sticks, fish heads.

I’m on the verge of a breakdown. So I might as well have another child.

The thing that illuminated him might have been guilt or outright lust.

The blade was buried to the hilt in the outside corner of his left eye.

He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.

Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.

I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.

The illusion is so complete that it seems the world has been re-created.

Rina Piccolo

Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.

She weighed the cold shiny gun on her palm and let out a jagged breath.

Sue Mell

The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.