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My bedroom’s getting wet, the young woman said. Fraid that won’t be all, her father replied. He walked back to the truck to get his binoculars, dragging his left leg behind him. A bullet shattered his hip in Kuwait and the operation shortened his left leg an inch. He looked at the far side of the bloated river. It had rained for a week and the sun was finally coming through. Looks like Fowley lost his dock, His daughter watched the water creep up the side of her house. She had tried to get e...

“I hate you,” she said with a steel piercing gaze. He sat silently. “Everything that is you, I don’t like and I am stuck with you, lying to all who ask about how great you are and wishing I could believe it. I can’t stand it, them, us. We have nothing. We are nothing but a failed dream of you being a man.” Still he sat; her anger was as fierce as her passion. “Do you have nothing to add? I can’t believe that you, of all people, have nothing to say.” “How could I have nothing to say?” He wond...

Not so long ago, Jeremiah Chesterfield saw the wretched truth of his father. He was a fairly normal lad who led a fairly normal life. He grew up in an unsettled household until he lived in two unhappy houses somewhere near his fifth birthday. Too young to remember the details, he could vaguely recollect a different time before his mother found a worn out apartment on the other side of town. As he grew up, he learned that his father was not always a man of rigorous moral fiber and his mom was...

A Hare’s Tale by D. Redmond Wallace The hare ended his life under the paint shed at Steel America, Inc. The shed was on the backside of a building originally erected by United Warehouse. When land was worth something around here, they built tall warehouses of brick and glass. Thousands of windows walled whole floors, letting in an abstract light of antiquated difference. Jerry Halowell leased out the first floor in 1982 and started up Steel America. He was the company’s only boss and employee...