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Justin Deming's avatar

Landlocked, fiction

Some mornings, Stella longs for the sea. After she feels her way to the kitchen, she locates the hutch and takes out the small leather pouch of Doubloons. The conch shell.

Stella rolls the coins between her fingertips and holds the shell to her ear. The waves call her home.

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Scott MacLeod's avatar

The Importance of Grammar/Fiction

What was the something she kept in the hutch was a question we asked obsessively throughout our youth. Turned out after she passed, we learned we had been asking the wrong question. With the wrong pronoun. It wasn’t a what but a who. At least what was left of him.

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