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Fiction

A sign on a lamppost warning of a neighborhood watch in the area.

Circle Circle Dot Dot

I think I caught Ugly

Circle Circle Dot Dot

Circle Circle Dot Dot

Nothing by itself looked wrong, but when she looked at it all together it just didn’t look right.

A shirtless person standing in darkness in black and white, their back facing the camera, holding a knife up.

Arbutus Don’t Bleed

If you open my heart I’ll tell you what God knows.

The Big Grid

The Big Grid

I wish I had your life, the girl in Omaha wrote.

A dark green bullfrog lifting its head out of dark water.

Fred and Mauve

They waste their lives this way, holding out for a fairy tale existence.

Two skydivers plummeting out of the clear blue sky.

Into the Pit

A life lived at terminal velocity.

Phone Calls

Phone Calls

We circle Scott Lake three times a day, starting at the edge and working inward and dumb Jesse duct taped the radio button so it only plays one station, 101.5 FM CLASSIC.