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I Love You Still

Rich had been across the Illinois border for about an hour. The tank was low. His vision was half focused. He was so tired it was physically painful. He hadn’t eaten all day. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was getting home. He almost forgot what home looked like-what it felt like and what it smelled like. Laura was a different story. He hadn’t forgotten what she felt like. Two months and three days, and he still knew every nook.

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The Window Never Rang

It was 10:06. Mister Conrad was never up this late. The blue flicker of the TV flame was extinguished, but the glow of Mr. Conrad’s prized lamp was still filling the living room window. It was one of the only things he kept when Jane’s mom died. He always fell asleep next to it. But he never forgot to turn it off.

The light in Jane’s room was still on. She was probably reading one of those spy novels she loved, waiting to hear a handful of pebbles sprinkle her window pane. Steve had ringing her window down to a science.

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“Hey Dave. Dave! Tell Cindy that joke you told us at lunch.”

Dave popped up from his chair and looked up and over his cubicle. His face was contorted and his eyebrows high. He held the face for a beat, and then slowly disappeared behind the grey cubicle wall.

“What joke,” asked Dave?

“C’mon! The one about the doctor.”

“Oh, she doesn’t want to hear that one.”

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1320 Juneau Road

Kelly walked into the kitchen with a  box of glassware. She set it down on the counter, and stepped back. Her hairline was sweaty. Her knees were getting shaky. It was past lunchtime and the U-haul was almost empty.

She wandered out into the foyer and grabbed the banister to look up the stairs. It creaked as soon as she touched it. One more thing they’d need to fix.

“Taylor? Where are you,” she shouted. Her voice echoed. No response.

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Cave Monster

“You be Tom, and I’ll be Huckleberry.”

“Huh,” shrugged Kevin?

“From Huckleberry Finn. You be Tom Sawyer, and I’ll be Huck.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever,” said Daniel. “Just help me get this in the water.”

Kevin and Daniel shoved a homemade raft of twine and sticks into the small pond in the woods behind Kevin’s house. It fell apart as soon as it touched the water.

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