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By Pablo Libedinsky
It wasn’t my fault that the woman approached me at the airport saying that she recognized me after forty years, that we had been an item in college for a few months and that it was a pity I didn’t remember her because, as she said, we had been very close, really, really close; so after I recalled a few things, we talke...
By Daniel Hagan
Allison begrudgingly settled into her barstool, convinced she would never follow Dr. Steinberg’s advice again.
“Try going to the pub alone,” her therapist had suggested in their recent session.
Then the worst part. “You never know what might happen when you open yourself to possibility.” Sometimes Allison couldn’t decide w...
By Paul Moffett
I was only supposed to feed the cat.
Martin asked me to check in on his apartment over the weekend. Feed his cat, water his plants. Check for robbers under the bed, I guess.
Now, Martin makes good coffee. That’s the thing you have to know about Martin. And he won’t tell anyone how. He just smiles in a Martinesque way. Smug.<...
A Memoir by Macey Sidlasky
You didn’t ask us to have power of attorney, but we have it. You didn’t know, months ago, that we would sign off on forms that are now tacked to your charts, your files, a warning to all that cardiopulmonary resuscitation should not be attempted. I want to tell you, but I know you would not understand.
I wonder what you...
By D.W. Davis
The chicken is amazing. Twice-fried, then bathed in a house sauce, not too hot, I can’t handle spice, but peppers soothed with butter and honey and maybe a touch of bourbon, though the cook—no chefs here—will never tell. You bite into it—the chicken, not the cook, a man named Julio with a scabrous disposition—and the skin snaps between your...