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An excerpt from my Greensboro fiction project.
A trip outside Greensboro in 2015 leads to musical bliss
Laurel’s face is next to my shoulder. I know she’s only one person but the fractals have started and I see several of her. Each one is outlined in black marker and the movement of her head and extended hands as she speaks is mechanical, robotic even, as if she’s a video game with…
I widened the disconnect between sex and love that week and it was as if I’d placed an ad or taken out a billboard that screamed “will fuck for fun”. It was like I’d repented of all my slavish fears about my body and my mother’s morality and what it would mean in the long run.

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Sanders ripped the finished warrant from the type writer and made his way back to the window. He signed the warrant and separated the triplicate forms…
It’s dark in Big Red’s place. The blinds are drawn tight and the lamp has a thick orange shade that gives just enough light to make out the edges of the…
Kyle rode in the backseat becoming increasingly disoriented. But he snapped to when Troy took a clover leaf curve too fast and came within four inches…
They charged him with felony assault because of the kid’s injuries. Chris, being responsible, turned himself in as soon as he heard the news. He thought…
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