Voices as Bells
They told us she’d be dead by morning. Just like that, “dead by morning,” as if they were speaking about mail delivery or some such. To them, she wasn’t yet emergent. She was just another…
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Haunted Houses
On a late October afternoon, as I stood on my parents’ driveway in the pleasantly chilled autumn air, a tree applauded me. I was twenty-one years old. Just days before, I’d returned home from my mission, too ill to be of any use in that regard. It had been a doomed endeavor from the beginning, but I didn’t know that then. What I did know was that I was home, wearing jeans and no nametag, companionless, and relieved beyond measure for my honorable and very early release.
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