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Quickmires, fiction by Mark Staniforth

The obit­u­ar­ies made the Quick­mires out to be good peo­ple: hard-work­ing, good-to-hon­est, God-fear­ing coun­try folk — all that shit. They spun more fine words once they were gone than the fam­i­ly ever had hurled at them as they preached their … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Rainbows, fiction by Mark Staniforth

Becky watched Ged hook a rain­bow right out the lake and push it clean down his throat, still wrig­gling. Dusk smeared the sky up like fish grease. Ged wiped his mouth with his sleeve and slapped his lips. He laughed: … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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