lilies—always flowers, like her: Rose. Our mother, a Rose. She never knew how beautiful she was, like one of ... sucked into the bowels of hell, it was that school. Just past it was an open side street, and I was able ...
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Carrie Muehle Monday, January 16, 2012 Interview I expected to feel a certain level of discomfort ...
wonder if I’m going “there” with this presentation, before you divide yourself off in either the ...
later. Florence and Pastor Bob will be present. And Pastor Bob will repeat these words to Florence as ...
flowers behind their fence I had never seen before. The dog barked. It panted at the bottom of the ladder, ...
better paved. Buildings with bars on the windows and the red-white-green flag of Mexico pasted on the ... since cars wheezed past me on the international bridge. We will live here and die here minutes from the ...
home, Frick was outside under the hood of his gray truck, swearing, and I ran past him and up the cement ... okay, Frances,” I said. Grammy moved away from Paige, past Mom, and came to Robbie, held his face in ...
there. The same voice droning on about cornflakes and flowers. Adelle and I look at each other, almost on ...
I swing the knife over my head. Outside, the smoke rises past the window, twisting up from the village and ...
Matt Wood Friday, April 30, 2010 Blog A few weeks ago, Paul Lamere wrote about the kind of statistics Amazon could glean from the reading habits of Kindle users. Since the software can theoretically track every purchase, page turn, and highlight, Amazon ...