I’m Ready for My Close Up, Mr. De Ville
by Sarah Brownstein Rose stood at the corner of Old Court and Stevenson in front of the red brick synagogue. The December wind blew her long red dress up and out. The straps of her silver heels were cutting into her blistering feet. She looked down at her sterling silver…
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Blueberry Summer
By Emily Neves We. We are. We are on. We are on a boat. The boat rocks but is docked on dry land. The land in question is our closest neighbor’s yard, but we cannot see our house. The farther away from the boat, the more watery the scenery becomes.…
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