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Sep 26th, 2010 | By Kenneth Radu | Category: Short Stories“It’s like being in a god-forsaken third-world country where nothing works.”
“It’s like being in a god-forsaken third-world country where nothing works.”
Adele would approve his choice. He preferred fair and slender, she dark and large.
Driving home from the hospital, Julie kept repeating to herself that all kinds of families populated the world and not one of them needed to apologize.
Nightmare startled Isaac awake. If he turned, confusing dream with reality, he would see Emma’s bloodied head on the pillow.
She thought she had called her child’s name, Plato, Plato. At once the fierce sun vanished behind tumultuous cloud.