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Best Laid Plans by Myles Wren

HIS DOCTOR held up her hand, inviting a high-five. Out of politeness, he met her hand with his.

“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. You’re going to live to be a hundred!”
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Four Poems by Sonnet Mondal

“Blue-Collar Twister”

Sweat tries to swim upwards through the hairs
of a labourer building the statue of the herald

The Season of Disquieting Peace by Sarah Kersey

And so went the springtime.
I lived out of the basement of the hospital
Emergency room for the final week, in x-ray room 2.
The collimator light burned like the impending summer sun
And it wouldn’t go out.
I was the patient that wouldn’t fry:
I’d had too much practice
Under the tech's blow torch of a tongue:
I—immolated, extinguished—
Still. Brown.

trick room. by Alex Wennerberg

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Jane by Mathew C. Easterwood

It all started with an ottoman and an iron. The burnt-orange Mini Cooper pulled up to our Goodwill donation door, parked. Out she stepped. A small, whimsical creature with flowing brown hair. We were immediately transfixed. She opened a back passenger door, disappeared, came back into view with the dying, tan ottoman wrestled in her arms. The inexpensive iron sat atop—perilously balanced. As she approached, it happened. She smiled.