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Gift Shop

Gift Shop

They say that love’s not a game for three. But then again, they’re not a woman in her fifties—and they’ve never met Jamie.
Resurrection in Pivka

Resurrection in Pivka

We know the feeling of two arms embracing. But what is the feeling of one arm embracing?
Ten for Ever and Ever for Tenner

Ten for Ever and Ever for Tenner

She had lived in her little valley, alone, for twenty years, fending for herself. Then she saw the telltale plume of smoke.
Wanted Animals

Wanted Animals

Nothing’s lonelier than the conviction that, if you wandered off into the woods alone, no one would come looking for you.
Space Coast

Space Coast

Water whispers over bone, and salt air pulses like blood in the Florida night. When you’re the only one of your kind, why resist the call?
Welcome to the Fatherland

Welcome to the Fatherland

No one knows the son except the father, and no one knows the father except the son. But good luck convincing the son of that.
The Departure of Uncle Boris

The Departure of Uncle Boris

It costs you nothing to accept the fact of an old aunt’s vision—until suddenly that growing mania creeps inside you, seeking to nest and incubate.
Truck Stop Angels

Truck Stop Angels

Angel or no angel, the only thing that truly matters is backing up to that loading dock in St. Louis on time. And maybe this one story.
Irene

Irene

Never let go—not of memories, of friendship, of dreams, of hope, of love, or of the life you have. That was Irene’s final lesson.
The Lost Works of Pablo Müller-Wessely

The Lost Works of Pablo Müller-Wessely

Rumors of the existence of a substantial corpus in the poet’s native German, however uncanny, are what motivated an Andean expedition of our own.

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