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Cry

Getting off work early was a welcome surprise, but it worried Trendon. For GimBle—tech giant and DARPA contractor—to close off its entire campus early? That meant something big. In Trendon’s experience with GimBle, anything big meant everything bad. “We’re getting … Continue reading

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Troubled

Momma’s suicide had been both a shock and a confirmation. Dee knew the troubles behind the old woman’s facade, the sharp cobwebs and shaky floorboards in her mind. Dee felt them in herself. “I did my crying long ago,” she … Continue reading

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Relief (or Perpetual Anxiety of the Modern Millennial)

Like every tale of misadventure in Aliah’s life, this one started with her being paralyzed by guilt. Would you like to donate to Hurricane Irma relief? “Hon, just go ahead and press a button. It ain’t that serious.” “You’re not in my … Continue reading

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Perfection Not Guaranteed

“Your card…open it!” Brail said, childlike. They had everything. So finding the perfect gifts got increasingly difficult every year. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries– a rising tide of anxiety. “You like it?” he asked. “The poem? It’s Yeats. Let me read it for … Continue reading

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Monument

The tree had always been an eyesore: crooked, knotty, balding from some disease of the past. But no one would’ve called it monumental. Not until the accident. Nae heard the cry at her house, at least mile away. When she … Continue reading

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The Pac-Man Disease

As Elton ended the first lap of his run in the park, he found earbuds abandoned on a bench. They looked new. They looked expensive. And since his own set was staticky and old, he figured why not. Were ear … Continue reading

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The Missing Link

Alt-Left. Alt-Right. F5, F5, F5. Back and forth, over and over, Deron hit the keys. “It was here! Right here!” The back of his neck burned, his wife’s exasperation like a lamp on high. “It’s the same page over and … Continue reading

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