How to Be a Fourth Musketeer

Joining a three-person friend group? Oy. Joining a French three-person friend group? Double oy. Am I that far off-base? I don’t think so. I’ve always thought that three-person friend groups are stupidly tricky. Tricky because the dynamic is so easily bent out of shape when two people start hanging out without the third person, and […]

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Victor Whiskey by Emily Ward

His mother laughed during labor, breathless, hair plastered to her slick forehead, and blessed his father for the cowl. He grew up in hand-me-down boots. One glance from him was like a gust of wind, knocking you off-balance and blowing your parka wide open. Seven saw him carrying mushrooms, tomatoes, and bread for his mother, […]

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Dear Lizzie B.

The meanings of my Tuesdays and Thursdays have changed since I left high school. Now, Tuesdays and Thursdays mean class at 9:40 and at 1:10 with two hours for lunch sandwiched between, then a shift at work, and a couple of hours for dinner and homework before I have to walk down the biggest hill […]

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Demeter by Emily Ward

Δημήτηρ She was born between the roots of an oak tree, cheeks sticky with April mud, elderberry juice glowing in her hair, and squirrel fur caught in the corners of her nails. Even when she was little, the wheat would sing for her, fields shifting in the wind and moonlight, rippling like a pleased cat […]

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Goodbye, David

Scene 1: Mid-morning, January 12, 2016 — Father sitting at dining room table, listening to BBC Radio 3 morning classical music show or something equally dorky, slurping up cereal. Daughter sitting on couch in adjoining room, face in her laptop. Daughter begins (absurdly) waving her arms at her father, trying to get his attention. Daughter: […]

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