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Was I Good?
As if someone had flipped a switch you had now become pleasant. Afterwards my friends spoke of how charming you had been, a first-class listener, with follow-up questions that dug…
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Better When Silent
Y stands in front of her house. Warm night air gathers here, blood pumping to her cheeks. I brought something, I say. She dips her fingers into the bag. Do you ever miss it all sometimes? I ask. It happens, she says. We move towards the petrol station, almost dawn, walking in the middle of the road. I don’t know how you stand it, I say. You’re better when you don’t talk, she says.
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The Winter Road
It must have been January because I was smoking. Read about the long slog of winter, and yes, we had our own version. At this time of year we were alone out here, could cordon off…
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No Stops
On a train. The conductor asks for my ticket. I realise I haven’t bought one. I ask: “All right, where is this train heading?” “How should I know? Do I look like I work here?” The…