Tag: Star Crossed ’95

FICTION: These Persons Not Present by Andrew Leach

You slide your hand under the pillows. As it travels across the sheets like a great hovercraft traversing a snowfield, white and bumpy where creased ravines and folded glaciers have been wrought deep from sleep, you feel the tiniest grains of sand. Or maybe they’re crumbs fallen from digestive biscuits or morning toast from any

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FICTION: Star Crossed ’95 by Andrew Leach

Ed Cramer says so you think twenty million sounds about right? The man on the other end of the phone says should be, yeah. Ed whistles through his teeth. Nice, he says. Put it this way, the other man says. They’ve already come up with sixteen point five. Ed doesn’t want to say that will

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