francine j. harris

suicide note #3: instructions on the cat dear landlord, open the storm windows so he can look down into the yard where a...
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Steve Davenport

THE LAST SET OF MACHETES   Man, I don’t want to do this, Bald Guy says as he kicks at a rock. Black Guy and Bald Guy are picked up outside the commissary...

Fiction: francine j. harris

Dr. Gaffy and John   “Hello, John. Please come in. Do have a seat. Thank you, my friend. May I take your coat. Fine, fine. And can I offer you coffee or tea...

Willie Davis

We called it a phase, no different than his CB Radio, his three seasons’ allegiance to the Buffalo Bills, my gambling, or Mallory’s drinking. Back when Mallory and I squabbled dawn to dawn, I pinned it on him never feeling at home anywhere except that two foot rectangle between his bed and his computer, the only part of his room he kept clean.

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