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Against the Ropes

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

A pool of light ahead, spilling onto the road from a barn light or a closed gas station. The inside of the car is bright for an instant, then dark; except for the muted glow of the gauges. Your thoughts…

Loss

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

. I held her hand tightly, because I could. It’s what she wanted. It was sure as hell what I wanted. She was visiting me from out of state and I was showing off the city. We had been wandering…

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