We were in my father’s ’72 Duster, which was colored with years of rust and roadside grime, and it shook from the springs and bent frame as we rocketed down the muddy highway. My mother and father were in the front seat, and my mother’s sunbonnet was pulled over her eyes. I was in back with my […]
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She pulled one last handful of breadcrumbs from the paper bag and tossed it to the ducks floating near the edge of the pond. Then she sat next to her grandfather on the park bench, grabbed her sketch pad, and finished a drawing of the ducks she had been working on. “When we get home,”
I find myself in an old shack. An old shotgun hangs above the door, a metaphor for the shack. I do not remember this shack. So far as I know, I have never been here before. But somehow, it is the same as it ever was. I get up off of the old wooden floor;
The confessional. The dark side of the human soul. I hear it all. Things done in desperation, good Catholics laid low by what seem on the surface to be simple venial sins. My name is Rick Sterling. What few friends I have call me “Father.” I’m nobody’s pal. I’m a priest. It was a sweltering
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US Represented is pleased that staff member Kevin Arnold has published his novel, The Sureness of Horses, with Manzanita Press. Kevin is a writer and teacher from Portola Valley and Palo Alto, California. He was the winner of the 2009 San Francisco Book Festival for short fiction and named Writer of the Year by the San Francisco /
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I The twenty-two guests, having been treated to some very good wine and hors d’Oeuvres, were now cautiously descending the wide and elegant staircase of Imagone Funeral Home to the main parlor on the first floor. A spring snowstorm was fussing outside, with large flakes blowing every which way under an ambivalent late afternoon