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Soucouyant
… her money to shop down at The Junction. Her accent, her obedience, the long coolie hair collected in a braid down her … He says he needs me to drive him somewhere. He points and I make a left on Flatbush. “Where are we going?”  … American fiction female writers Guyana science medicine 126-137 By Tiffany Briere Illustration by Gosia Herba …
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Hello From Nowhere
… and everything, warning signs, those rail things that come down—” “Crossing gates?” “Yeah, crossing gates, but … of only children. Grady’s parents quit after him; my mother died after having me. No one since Dick, our grandfather, … troubled. Half-recalled dreams cut through at intervals, images of oil and sludge, bodies of goldfish half-sunk …
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Diplomacy
… from home that day and had been growing restless at her computer, as she often did by late afternoon. But, looking … And I would like, for once, to have a shitty day without also feeling guilty about it.” He was lying on the couch … born terminally ill, would we have sent them off? To go die somewhere alone?” “It’s different, Priya. She isn’t …
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Mermaids
… dreary the rest of the world was—was roughly analagous to comparing Xanadu with a federally subsidized … had seen her. Christine wondered about anorexia. She would also like to know, from Maury, whether Maury took drugs, if … laughing and kidding around and acted as if a cop had come to the door of a party. They had been buying scallops. …
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Your Father Would Be Proud
… household of women, had insisted that the dog—his only male companion—remain intact. Helen watched Tam turn around, try … “Premature mating is risky,” the veterinarian said. One died the next day. The other survived and went to live with … to be: a woman who was graceful and refined. But there were also hints of a less careful creature, one consumed by …
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Buckle
… dim yellow light in the stairwell, but he was too tired to complain. While I unlocked the door to my apartment, he … couldn’t stand. It was always workingman’s silence during meals with him, but he was looking past me, as if he believed … of them dragged it by the cord, pretending it was a disobedient dog on a leash. I tried to pull Dad away, but he was …
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