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In later years I will come to avoid him, but for now, I am eight years old, and the man everyone says is my father is sitting in the living room.
The Harper brothers acted as if they didn’t see Lola or her car, right in front of them, plain as day.
Duchess, the dog that Jack and his dad brought home, is sitting by the kitchen table in a pair of women’s underpants.
The future is messy. He’s learned to wander only a few seconds ahead.
The winner of Boston Review’s annual Aura Estrada short-story contest.
I boarded the train and took the last empty seat, by the window. Outside it was snowing.
Lara had not had the heart to tell the old lady that the bridge was not really made of gold.
Having been freed from my skin, I can’t exactly find my way back.
A short story.
Ben C. Stroud
A short story from one of America's most celebrated, and controversial, fiction writers.
Samuel R. Delany
The winner of Boston Review’s seventeenth annual short story contest.
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