“Ice to small humans ages six to nine is still just frozen water. Sometimes it’s crushed. Other times it comes in cubes. But it’s not the same ICE I know it to be.”
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“Each morning, new guilt plagued my mind afresh. Did I miss out on Sonu’s cries? How long were the cries? Had the hearing aid slipped out of the ear again at night? The ear canal itched. Perhaps, I had yanked the device out myself. Were the batteries low in power? I should have checked them, changed them.”
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"The sea pulled and sucked with euphoria. In an instant, the water retreated to our knees and I could taste the sweet and intoxicating elixir of survival. A mere mirage."
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“I have to relearn everything I know. The shape of the world. How weather arrives. That not every cloud on the horizon is a plume of smoke, threatening to burn everything away.”
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"Because her brain has an expansive capacity for nonsense, in the following weeks, in between work and class, Rachel becomes consumed by thoughts of Banjo Boy. Off the bat, she assumes he’s a terrific kisser but a bit of a let-down in bed, which is exactly what she’s looking for right now.”
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Two police cruisers showed up outside, and my husband begged me to answer the door and explain what had happened. “Look at me!” he said, meaning “Will the officers, including the black ones, believe a black man in worn-out running clothes is the owner of a three-story colonial with a BMW parked in the drive?”
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My family doesn’t usually dwell on death. I believe there is some sort of inherent understanding between us that life will go on without us, and so we had better jump back into the flow as soon as possible. For a while, reality cracks in the face of death, like a mirror we didn’t know we were holding...
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The convoy of KSUPD vehicles soundlessly pulled out of the parking lot, and the barrage of red and blue lights dispelled down Claflin Road. I rubbed my eyes, peering after them, making sure he was really gone..
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The initial assumption that I had about the people of Colorado’s San Luis Valley was that the cross-section of the bar-hopping population and the weird-shit-seeing population would be a significant, large blob of a primary color that would look great on a tourism pamphlet you’d find in an ATV rental shop...
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