You took the first sip of your coffee, then noticed that it wasn’t coffee—it was you.
Issue #4
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Not None by Bruce Holland Rogers
The restaurant was a short drive from the assisted living center, so once a month, Flip took his grandfather there for a “jail break.”
Letting Go by Pamela Painter
I’m standing at the south rim of the Grand Canyon taking photographs of florid purple striations, of undulating rock that sinks to alarming depths.
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