Flash Fiction
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Blankets knotted under her, bunched tight like she hadn’t moved in a while. Chico lay circled like rat on the sofa, his tiny body smaller than the pink makeup bag resting on Kim’s lap. “Move,” said Brian to the rat dog. Chico uncurled, stood on his skinny legs, and barked to claim his spot. After…
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I remember the tacky touch of plastic wrapped around the cases. My lids blink slow and heavy. In front of me, CDs are stacked in tight rows. I’m in the S section.
