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The Art of Short Stories
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She was standing on the shoulder next to a Mercedes with California plates. The car had a flat, but she wasn't trying to fix it; there was no sign that she'd looked for the jack or even taken the instruction manual out of the glove box. When my headlight washed over her, she was leaning on the front door, looking into the blue-black distance, a wheeled carry-on beside her . . .And you just know nothing will be the same again.
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First came the gasp and then the scream. He knew the cause for the scream. But the gasp was from a dangerous place he had no history of. Then there was the sick slurp and the gasping release and collapse. The splatters made no noise . . .
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Ash leans to kiss her, but she edges away. Is it him, or is it his limey cologne that turns her stomach? And has he somehow suddenly shrunk, his uniform baggy at the shoulders, bunched at the waist? He seemed so hot when they first hooked up, him a rookie cop, her a bored twelfth-grader desperate to tell her mother where she could put her nagging. Pull down that skirt! For God's sake put on a bra! Now the smooth, jutting chin she remembers has disappeared, the hard stomach gone soft. Is that even possible in such a short time? She thought his eyes were piercing, a steel blue, but now they just look weak and gray. Pools of water instead of sheets of ice. Was he even the same man?—to a tight action sequence during a pet story robbery, before ending with a hint of slapstick that is achieved via a neat shift in tone.
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She sat down and ate, not saying a word, her usual way of dealing with a bothersome subject. He knew he had to give her time, but he resented it and wished she'd hurry the hell up. Why did she have to ruin a perfectly good breakfast like this? It was a selfish act, a childish act, and he wished he were elsewhere—in a deserted diner of a dusty town, being served by a waitress who'd been there since the day it opened, a tough-looking broad in a pink and white uniform.Such glimpses into Tony's inner world are intertwined with the action as he pursues an affair with his co-worker Debbie. The complexities of the interiority create an empathetic portrait even as Tony eases out onto the slippery slope towards infidelity. How far will he slide?
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