April 2017 | view this story as a .pdf By William Hall Richard had never broken the law, not even a speeding ticket, but opening the door to his home–still mine, he told himself–felt like a burglary. Sliding into the darkened mud room, he tripped over a doormat the...
February/March 2017 | view this story as a .pdf By John Manderino Are you going to wear that?” Jill asked, brushing her hair, looking at Bob in her dressing table mirror. “I thought I might,” he said by the closet, buttoning. “Why? You don’t like it?” “Didn’t say...
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I was 22 when my girlfriend started noticing my hearing problem.
December 2016
Voila!” He presented the bouquet of red carnations with a flourish.
The floor drain between my legs was underneath a layer of ice. Craig and I had broken into an abandoned building on the darker edge of what may have been Skowhegan, and we decided to rest a while instead of continuing on in darkness.
We’d been playing pretend for almost a year and he still wouldn’t go back to his life. Meade wouldn’t acknowledge he had another life at all, though he’d bring me into it in ways, mentioning how Cole seemed to like me, driving me by the horse farm where he and Cole and his wife had lived before the great domestic unraveling commenced and she moved out to Deer Isle.
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