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A Long Row to Hoe, by Meriwether O'Connor

  Old Mr. Wor­thing­ton showed up at half past ten when he shoulda oughta been there at ten sharp. Miss Can­dle­man was ready for him with a cup of cof­fee, hers. She walked out, pleas­ant as pie. Hi, Mr. Wor­thing­ton. … Con­tinue read­ing

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Under the De Soto, fiction by Barrett Hathcock

We had a roof­ing job in Eureka Springs. Stu­pid name for a town. It’s up in the top cor­ner of Arkansas, almost in Mis­souri, stuck in this Ozark gul­ley, every street a down­ward spi­ral. There are no grids in Eureka. … Con­tinue read­ing

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Where to Buy Your Weed, fiction by Misty Skaggs

Her trailer was a ripe patch of excess, bloomed con­spic­u­ously at the base of a cliff on the edge of a bone dry, Bap­tist county in East Ken­tucky. The half-acre around it was lit­tered with faded Moun­tain Dew cans glint­ing … Con­tinue read­ing

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A Happy Ending by Murray Dunlap

How are you doing, Ben?” The cam­era man crunches down to take advan­tage of a bet­ter upshot. “Well, I’d tell you, but there is a stranger in my house who seems to be film­ing us,” I say with sin­cere aston­ish­ment. … Con­tinue read­ing

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Goosy Gus and the Cash Mob, fiction by William Trent Pancoast

(orig­i­nally appeared in Revolver) Gus had acquired the name “Goosy” because of his shell shock and bat­tle fatigue from WWII and now he was no longer allowed in his daughter-in-law’s donut shop in down­town Cranston even though eat­ing donuts was … Con­tinue read­ing

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And Rapture, fiction by Sheldon Lee Compton

There was this time I thought Gabriel was blow­ing his horn and dive-bombing me into Hell.  Turned out it was a Mack coal truck across the road at Dale Trivette’s Truck­ing pulling onto Route 610. I was in bed and think­ing … Con­tinue read­ing

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Parade, fiction by Henry Hope

I can’t abide this shit. I can’t and I won’t.” Desmond, my mother’s new boyfriend, jabs his oily knob of a fin­ger into my fore­head. His breath is com­ing in rapid lit­tle spurts, a sign, I have learned, that his … Con­tinue read­ing

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Feather, fiction by Elizabeth Glass

Wayne leaned back on the rock where he was kneel­ing next to Mandy when she told him she was preg­nant. He could feel the cool moss seep­ing damp­ness into his jeans. He saw Mandy look­ing and act­ing older after hav­ing … Con­tinue read­ing

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Texas Never Whispers, by C.L. Bledsoe

The closer it got to Joey’s dad’s birth­day, the more agi­tated he became, and with noth­ing worth­while to do when he wasn’t at work – which was less and less often since Jerry had been cut­ting his hours – he … Con­tinue read­ing

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Toluene, by Max Sheridan

This guy I knew, he thought he could make his shit high stick­ing toluene up his ass. Some peo­ple know more than one guy like that. I fig­ure you talk to enough of them you’ll hear just about any­thing twice. You … Con­tinue read­ing

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