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THE DISAPPEARING ACT

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART TWO]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART TWO]

“Those who speak of art as a truth, as a thing to know and understand in complete, bring a corruption to society far deeper reaching than any criminal mind could hope to create.” – Salamandre, Excerpt from Opening Ceremony to the Grackle Honeycreeper Ballet Company’s Performance of Tender Skies It wasn’t

MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON

MR. TOBBLER’S SUNDAY AFTERNOON

It was barely noon on Sunday when Mr. Tobbler noticed three things about the man walking beside him: First, that he had a large, white pimple on the left side of his cheek. Second, that he was dressed entirely in black. And third, that his shadow, which should have fallen nearby, was

THE ENCHANTING LIFE OF FLANNIGAN BIXBY

THE ENCHANTING LIFE OF FLANNIGAN BIXBY

It was only slightly raining when Timothy Dinwiddle began his usual walk to the train station but still he wished he hadn’t forgotten his red umbrella with the purple dots. The umbrella was a present from his ever-traveling sister, Bertrice, a purple-spotted souvenir from her August trip to Vienna, where

A DATE NEAR DOWNING STREET

A DATE NEAR DOWNING STREET

The taxi door fluttered open, a bright flap of yellow against the sluggish October wind. One last look to the driver with graying teeth and gangly, corn-husk hair and Daniel Plinkers peeled himself out of the car. (This after sitting for twenty seven minutes in downtown traffic as the taxi meter skipped

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