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Heritage, Rebekah Mccloud
Stages, Jim Cole
Stages, Jim Cole
The Angle
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"I took a bus to her city on a Sunday. Travelers are sparse on Sunday and for once I didn't end up next to a wino. The trip itself wasn't bad. I like moving towards places. She was waiting at the bus station. She looked much smaller than the last time I saw her or at least as I remembered her. We kissed, I put my arm around her, and her hand squeezed my hip reassuringly. Things were starting right."
Revelations, Sandra Rizzo
Revelations, Sandra Rizzo
The Angle
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"The trolley runs past the white stucco buildings, past the beautiful tailored gardens, into the heartbeat of the city. Parades march through the street trailing hundreds of black bouncing bodies. There is dancing in Bourbon Street on Mardi Gras."
Audience In The Mirror, John H. Liddle
Audience In The Mirror, John H. Liddle
The Angle
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"The apartment was on the other side of Maple Street and by now Jim would be sitting at the window. That neighborhood was a barren place, a flophouse for second-hand cars. A block away stood their brick apartment building; the only other buildings on the street were a high school of grey brick, a Colonel Sanders, a National Ambulance, and a green metal shed with blind windows. The rest of the block had been razed and sown with asphalt. As Violet walked past the high school, she quickened her …
Such A Good Woman, Lida Bell Lunt
Such A Good Woman, Lida Bell Lunt
The Angle
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"Lottie's Market Basket was more than a grocery store. A meeting place, a wailing wall, a place to borrow, Lottie was always there, the good listener with an open purse. She knew all the gossip and called all the local politicians by their first names so she could, when the occasion arose, do you a favor. Campaign posters plastered the store windows and every charity drive was represented. After school, children pressed against the candy counter and found their pennies garnered more than at any other store. When the …
My Other Sister, Philip Livingston
My Other Sister, Philip Livingston
The Angle
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"I know it's my fault, but if it wasn't for my dumb other sister Julie and stupid Matt Hayney it never would have happened. Julie's sixteen and because I'm thirteen she thinks it's all right to say I'm a sissy because I don't smoke or because I don't sleep with my mouth open on the school bus like her boyfriend Harry does. She teases me, too, because sometimes I get nervous when people make fun of me and once I had to go to the doctor about it. Even …
The Actor, John Herring
Homecoming, Ronald Langlois
Homecoming, Ronald Langlois
The Angle
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"The couple stood on the top deck of the ferry boat across the Messina Straits. On this hot August day, there were several other people, mostly Sicilians, returning from holiday trips in Southern Italy, looking across to where Messina stretched along the shore. The hills beyond the city were very lovely; green, mound-shaped and not at all jagged. The ferry ride took nearly an hour, and there was plenty of time for the people to get out of their automobiles and the train cars from Rome to come up …
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The Imprisoned, Jill Deasy
The Imprisoned, Jill Deasy
The Angle
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"The seven o'clock whistle shrilled just as he turned to race up the next flight of stairs. Manny swore and slid through a puddle of spilled coffee on the landing. Dull green factory walls, dismal grey factory stairs, dirty factory floors - he cursed them all. He lost his footing and banged his shin on the next step as he fell. It hurt like hell but he picked himself up and half-walked, half-hopped up the next two flights. Another bad day - and it had barely begun."
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The El Greco Profile, Michele Micalizzi
The El Greco Profile, Michele Micalizzi
The Angle
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"At last she went forth into the New York she despised and feared. She had examined it again and again - this move to the city. There was no question though that it was unavoidable, essential to the whole maneuver. Her things had already been sent on ahead and so she could go ahead with it, while they told her she had everything quite under control."
Trilling Park, Robert Derosa
Trilling Park, Robert Derosa
The Angle
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"On a warm day in mid-September, Anthony Cambiato, dressed in black, bell-bottomed jeans, a glowing green sport shirt, blue denim jacket and white sneakers, stood across from the tallest building on North Avenue, cupping in his dirty hand a small shred of paper which prescribed his entire future, from the present until the day he died. His legs ached from the long walk and a single drop of perspiration slid down his side, hiding in the elastic band of his underwear. Had this been a normal autumn, he would …
Wounded, Carmine Paris
Wounded, Carmine Paris
The Angle
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"The train station was cold, damp, and very crowded the day Gianni Roselli left. People, young and old, were huddled together in a vain effort to keep warm while waiting for the 5:45 to make its regular stop. Most of them were jovial on this Christmas Eve because they were waiting to be reunited with their friends and relatives. Some were parents anxiously awaiting the return of their sons from war; other parents weren't so happy because their sons weren't coming home."
Myself, John H. Liddle
Lines, John H. Liddle
Fulfillment, Kevin Moriarty
Fulfillment, Kevin Moriarty
The Angle
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"She found herself at the counter, buying another fifty-dollar dress. The whole scene: the glittering displays - sequins were in - the disorganized and overdressed clerks, the bee-buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead, recalled memories of cupidity and contentment. Apparel. Accessories. She was back to demanding the newest colors, the smartest fit. Even her jeans were fashionably faded on mornings of inhaled Tide, Glamour magazines and quarters disappearing down the slot of the front-loader ...."
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Traps, Helen Borriello
Traps, Helen Borriello
The Angle
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"The traps had been good to her that day. Five muskrat, three a good size, and the two smaller ones would still get a decent price. The pelts were thick and full because the winter had been cold. Joey was proud that she could judge a good pelt and she usually came. pretty close on guessing the price the dealers would settle for."
The Finial, Lida Bell Lunt
The Finial, Lida Bell Lunt
The Angle
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"Ben, her husband, had his job. He could leave for the day and forget, but Ida had no escape. Ben hardly noticed when Peter's sand castles had changed to rock castles and taken possession of her garden, their steeples pointing an accusing finger at the skies and at her. And although he pointed no fingers, Ben seemed to assume it was her fault, as if she'd humored the boy, because she would not consent to commit him to a State institution."
The Force-Out, Reva Nagan Joffee
The Force-Out, Reva Nagan Joffee
The Angle
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"As she plodded up the walk to the front door, Molly heard the television blaring. The clamor of the ball game rankled and she winced at the announcer's piercing voice. "It's a three-two pitch, and -- He struck him out!""
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A Swallow In Lonely Flight..., B. Hugh Raymond
Day In May, Janet Miller
Montreal, Flushing, Tokyo, Seattle..., Dick Evans
I Think I Wished To Live Simply..., Bernie Kiel
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