Tag: fiction
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The people of the village needed ample oil for the festival. The paper lanterns needed lighting, and they needed to stay lit through the month. The sturdy, slick paper had been cut into all manner of shapes—birds, flowers, fruits, fish—and came in all manner of hues—vermillion, dandelion, cyan, crimson, tangerine—and they would lend the town…
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My father always said I had witches’ eyes. “Fickle green and full of secrets,” he would hiss right before he slapped my face. His hard heart cracks one early morning at the bakery. He falls into the oven, and when they find him, his body is charred and smouldering. The village only mourns the ruined…
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Thorne talking like a true ecologist, in tune with damaging practices, proving to me again most city folk don’t see farmers as careful stewards of the land, intent on preservation as well as profit. I really liked when he started jawing this way, so I kept him fueled by talking money, specifically a question about…
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We heard him sharpening the axe. There was a high wind and the south window always whistled when a storm approached but we could still clearly hear the stone on the blade at the work table in the shack. Mom was baking; it was Sunday, and she normally baked cookies that lasted until Friday after…

