Author
Edward Ashton
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Dahlia
"I love you," she said, took one step backward, and disappeared. That was the ending, I think. I suppose I should start at the beginning. I was watching the sun creep down toward the horizon from an unnamed overlook thirty miles north of Damascus, Virginia. My eyes were…
Listen
Listen. They lined us up then, along the edge of the pit. We stood shoulder-to-shoulder, shivering because they had taken our coats. We stood silent, heads bowed, staring down into the freshly turned earth. We breathed in the crisp winter air, and waited. They called us…
Dust
You're peeling back your inner gloves, aching in every muscle after a twelve-hour shift, when you feel a faint pressure against the inside of your left wrist where the thick latex is doubled over. You barely have time to register the sensation before it disappears with a soft…