Tag: Benjamin Mark

FICTION: Madame Gertrude by Benjamin Mark

I suppose–before I tell you of the events that led to the robbery and its subsequent aftermath–I should let you know that I could and should be referred to as a Francophile. I have always been enamored with the language and had studied it all through the years my husband was off to work and

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FICTION: The Fading Memories of a Frustajoker by Benjamin Mark

Sentience is as often as not a state of mind . . . a point of view . . . perhaps even a belief. Does a tree feel? Do flowers think? Do stones talk? Just because “they” tell us …does anyone truly know what is true? Is their truth the only truth? We were once

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FICTION: US by Benjamin Mark

7 weeks before his death. She looked at him. She looked so forlorn. He had started to leave. Don’t, she said. Don’t go. I have to, he said. A little more? Just a little more? Okay. He went back. I miss you, she said. Me too. Do you have to leave? I can stay a

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