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FICTION: Beads Part 7: Morocco

Sunlight flooded the room through the open window. A chilly spring breeze blew in, fluttering the curtains and several open folders on the desk. A half-packed suitcase lay op… Read More...

FICTION: Beads Part 6: 'Reveal'

Ophelia sat numbly at the desk. Her hand rested on a piece of paper.

They didnt know how couldnt they know why didnt they know about me? she asked, her voice small, distant. S… Read More...

FICTION: Beads Part 5: "Fear"

She woke with a start. Her body felt heavy, weighing down on the mattress. She could hear someone shuffling around her, but she imagined it would take too much effort to ope… Read More...

FICTION: Beads Part 4: Truck

( … 9 years earlier )

Do you want me to drive? he asked, wiping away the last of the snow off the windshield. She waved him away from the door.

No, no. I can do it, she a… Read More...

HOOT FICTION: BEADS

Editors Note: This is part three in a series of fiction columns.

They sat across from each other, Crawford sipping an iced black coffee, she picking absentmindedly at a na… Read More...

FICTION: Beads: Suitcase

She waited, leaned back against the ticket counter of a particular airline she chose at length, watched the long lines moving slowly, all in silence. From her vantag… Read More...

FICTION: Beads

Airport, please.

Great.

The taxi was small as far as cars went, in general. With her suitcase in the seat beside her, the tiny car reminded her more of a cage, and sh… Read More...

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