short fiction
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Pink Granite
I always found her there, sitting in the dark quietly sweating in front of her ancient, browning air conditioner. The slowly brightening tip of her lit cigarette belied her breathing. Somehow she kept doing it no matter the medical condition: Arthritis, emphysema, heart failure, laryngeal cancer – those filtered sticks would be burning in her…
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The Name of the Band
You can’t imagine what it was like then: the girls screaming their heads off, the boys throwing the girls out of the way to get a closer look at how our hands formed the chords. Sweat pouring off of all of our faces, the beat and the heat combining powerfully to change the chemistry of…
The Numinous Cosmos 