A Murder in Four Shorts I. Maybe. A party. A kitchen. A thinning crowd. Near the table, a boy ...
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the smallest woman he has ever met. She has short blond hair and does not wear rubber gloves. She is ...
prediction of a short future. Darwin. But maybe he just sensed weakness. Doves aren’t so smart. They collect ...
a short time and I think he is not waiting for me.” He would like to tell her about Henry waiting for his ...
friends, this pure love plays out as stories, memories, caresses, often laughter. From the dying one, this ...
in the former, the lady in the ice, the latter. Her building was a forty-story gothic revival, with ...
narrative climax really, is where the story can end, but it felt important to me to signpost that there’s ...
lighthearted and laughing over wine, telling the same stories, she imagined, in which she’d been erased, or ... worse, new stories that never featured her. “I tried to pretend you were dead,” she said. “But you always ...
a slight pause as Marcus admires Adelle, too short to be awkward, but then he just keeps staring at her ...
kind with short sleeves that American fast-food servers wear. With my bad Chinese, I try to translate ...