Short Stories
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“Mom!” Jack felt his lungs expand as he waved at his mother who was sitting on a bench across the park. “Mom!” he yelled again. Still nothing. Her eyes remained downcast focused on her phone. She had been working on the same case all week. Jack didn’t understand what exactly she was doing, but he
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I am sitting at the edge of my twin-sized, blue mattress staring at the four walls surrounding me. This is what I see. There is an etching of a penis below the small, silver sink to my right, and beside that are several small lines. They are paired off into fives, and I know (because
Ink & Interruptions 