Fiction/Nonfiction: fiction
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Crumbs
A short but potent piece about a woman watching her mother fall into dementia.
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Black Heart
A grandfather deals with some trespassers, bascially. The grandfather in this story reminded me so much of my dad. In the stare-down that follows, three men stand. I hope the girls are impressed, because I am mostly amused by guys who try to look tough but don’t know which way is front of their ball…
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Rat Daddy
A first date, some science about lab rats, and a bunch of unexpected twists. Read the interview with Plumhoff after the story, it addresses some questions you’re sure to have.
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These Are the Fables
This story about a woman finding out she’s pregnant and telling the would-be father goes places I would never have predicted. It’s the first I’ve read of hers but it won’t be the last. Recommended in this thread of gems by Aaron Burch.
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Gravity, Reduced
The Earth’s gravity begins to diminish and people are forced to adjust. This story is full of metaphors and original turns of phrase like this one: Some of us dream of the day the earth will remember itself and restore gravity. The accompanying interview with the author has some really great book recos too.
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Bridezilla
A couple plans to get married in a world that might be ending due to climate change and sea monsters. I could have read hundreds more pages taking place in this world. It brings new meaning to the term ‘cold feet’. (from Lena Valencia’s Personal Anthology)
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The Beast
A woman’s life starts coming undone as she discovers that an old flame is coming back to town. This story is like a slow-motion car crash. I couldn’t look away. (from Lena Valencia’s Personal Anthology)
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Vagabond Mannequin
Blog fave Avitus B. Carle uses a crossword puzzle as a hook for a story that affected me deeply. Just click, it’s fast and unforgettable.
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Dancer
A performer at tacky corporate events dreams of being a professional tapdancer. This story is so propulsive, and the characters are so real.
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When I Say Grief
a single paragraph mourning the end of a marriage, brilliantly written: “My husband left me in February. He left with my love in his hands, and I walked to the pharmacy for a carton of eggs.”