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The Floating Flautist

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By Chess Desalls

ZENNE CLOSED HER EYES and began to play. Her delicate fingertips fluttered across the holes of a wooden flute. Arpeggios skipped through syncopated rhythms in deep, mellow tones. The notes stretched and grew. They wailed when she rested her fingers for too long and tapered to completion before she took her next breath.

While playing, Zenne tapped one foot on the floor. The taps softened and faded until her foot no longer came in contact with the floor. The space between foot and floor lengthened as Zenne continued keeping time by heartbeat. Ba-dum, rest. Ba-dum, rest. Three four time. The time signature of the human heart.
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The Carnival Boys

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By Damien W. Green

They sent out the dogs hoping to find the scent and track those dirty bastards down. Stealing radioactive chickens and selling their eggs to the Soviets. We had them in sting, a perfect set-up but one of the guys was listening to his Walkman, someone said it was The Smiths, and didn’t hear them pull in. Heaven knows I’m miserable now. So we had to send the dogs out in hopes of finding them before dark puts the clamps down. The state line is only four to five miles south so time is of the essence. We’ve sent Deputy Jon Johnson ahead as well. He’s a runner, mostly marathons but some smaller events as well. He’s won the annual Slaughter’s Mad Dash 5k three years in a row. In a town where the largest employer is a slaughter house that’s the kind of thing you get.
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Ghost

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By David King

There’s a ghost in my house, and I’ve seen it.
I have always had an open mind about that kind of thing and I’ve never really leaned one way or the other on it; I’ve seen television programs that made it look like ghosts are real and I’ve seen other things that are blatantly fake (Google isn’t always your friend). But something happened to change all that.
I saw it one morning when I went to the bathroom. I had finished brushing my teeth and I was standing there, looking at myself in the square mirror on the cabinet. I live alone in my house, so you can imagine my surprise when, right there in the reflection, the bathroom door slowly opened behind me. [Read more…] about Ghost

Office Girl

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By Jackie Law

Looks can be deceiving. She appeared to be just another young woman, beautiful in a conventional if bland way, but nothing more. Her grooming could not be faulted, her choice of clothes stylish but unimaginative. If she attracted attention it was only from the men who thought of getting her into their bed; she consistently rebuffed all such attempts.

She lived alone in a flat that had been created when a large town house had been renovated by a small time property developer some ten years previously. An elderly neighbour commented that she resembled a woman who had once lived there; she took pains to avoid this neighbour from then on.
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The List

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By L.S. Engler

Pat, the first one. Chris, who was colorblind. Andy, just messing around.

Sam, kind of into kink. Sam and Jeremy, camping in PA. Bob, kind of a blur.

Jennifer 1, history professor. Jennifer 2, rebound. Patrick, one-night-stand.
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