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Chief Whitefeather Arriving Unprepared, fiction by Stefanie Freele

Posted on June 2, 2016 by Rusty

On the day Clive returns, four months after his last tur­bu­lent vis­it, Olive opens the door and can smell him, a thick mix­ture of burned sage and fer­men­ta­tion. This scent is not good, but bet­ter than the dead-body stench com­ing … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Fleshy Things, fiction by Stefanie Freele

Posted on November 4, 2010 by Rusty

In his hand, the Sono­ran Moun­tain Kingsnake. Around his neck, green stripes of the Rosy Boa. “You want to touch him don’t you?” “Nev­er have.” She says, abrupt­ly real­iz­ing how inex­pe­ri­enced this sounds. “Cold-blood­­ed.” Tak­ing her hand, he holds her palm … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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