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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Whippoorwill

She stood in the wind at the edge of the lot, pigweed blooming and rattling cups. She angled her arms in semaphore, to spell out hello or love or cannot see. He let the afternoon close his face, red breath, wet tongue.
Posted by Joseph Young at 2:33 PM

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Easter Rabbit, a collection of microfiction, from Publishing Genius.

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