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Heart-Scalded Daphne Kalotay for Jude   Twilight’s hazy glow, the world covered in gray lint. Viv hailed a ride and set out toward the crumbling edge of town. Though it…    read more

In the mornings she liked to go jogging. That was the word for it, a leisurely loping across the tracks and up the hill to Highland. She couldn’t quite call…    read more

It had been this way for over a month now, ever since that mid-July evening when Brenda, her feet comfortable in thick socks and cushiony white sneakers, her cotton shorts…    read more

My mother believed that her entire life would have been somehow different had she been given piano lessons as a girl. She said this often, with a little sigh that made me feel I had better run through my scales one more time.