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- Spirit Statueby George AlgerThe museum was closing soon. Sarah, eight years old with tired eyes and gaunt cheeks, tugged at her father’s hand. “Daddy, I’m hungry. Can we go?” Her father knew she wouldn’t last long, due to the sickness. It’s why they got off to a late start. But they had come all this way for an…
- Crashby George AlgerWhether through drugs, promiscuity, retail theft, or generally opposing anyone sober or sensible, it was while awakening in a hospital that Beverly finally pondered whether her life was truly a pursuit of adventure or a reckless retreat to oblivion. The doctor told her she was lucky to be alive and that she’d be fine. At…
- Forgotten Corn Dogby George AlgerHer vanishment was stupefying. But in that same instant when it dawned on me that I, too, was gone, an implosion of incoherence diminished my appetite for a corn dog. I was heading toward the street vendor just outside the highrise. A routine, summer lunch line was visible by his cart. (Customers come from blocks…
- Frozen Food Aisleby George AlgerShe spied her ex nearby in the frozen food section — probably selecting pizza. “Hi Jeff.” “Meagan.” He grabbed three flat boxes and placed them in his cart. “You look good.” “Have you been out of town? I haven’t seen you in a while.” “Yea, I’ve been in Brazil for the past year.” “Sounds like…
- Quittingby George Alger“Would you like me to start a tab?” “Nah, I’m only going to have one.” Arlo paid and took his beer to a high-top table by the window. It was snowing. Not the big flakes quietly drifting down to form a beautiful blanket. But tiny needles that blew down at a sharp angle with the…