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Divided

The policeman quickly began to wonder whether his companions could even be trusted as guides. Though this world was faintly familiar, with wide panoramas and tiny details he knew he’d seen in nature magazines, it mostly wasn’t. To keep calm, … Continue reading

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Did I fall?

It’s got a desperate pulse. It’s beating furiously. It’s hard and cold and pale. It’s horrible. It’s so horrible, it’s beautiful.

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Still no name for her

She inhabits every image. She is here right now—I can feel her. She’s the nervous flutter, the blur in the picture, the pressure on the sides, the dangerous weight above every family photo. She is the yearn and the choice … Continue reading

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Almost Near Enough

The earth shook and the trees shivered. A moment later, we could see a large, shadowy form making its way toward us. Then its great, long face pressed into the clearing. As elephants go, it wasn’t particularly big. Still, neither … Continue reading

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The Ringing Bell

Once, when the Policeman was about nine years old, he’d gone to his classroom during recess to stash away a new stick for his collection. As he carefully wrapped it in his spare sweater, two older boys rushed in. One … Continue reading

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Following the Sound

Far away, the sleeping Elephant awoke to a tiny clip, clipping sound. He tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. The sound was soft, but incessant, like a wind-whipped leaf trapped against a light pole. It … Continue reading

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The Ruin

Plucking them right out of the air, a colossal flock of swallows chased a swarm of grasshoppers across the savannah into the stony, shadowed foothills. The sun was low and the air beginning to cool when they cornered an unlucky … Continue reading

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Fuel for the Journey

Eating soothed her at once. It seemed to drown out the panic. Caterpillar ate for hours, long into the night, and did not stop to rest. The woods were quiet except for the tick and tear of her teeth on … Continue reading

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Butterfly in Las Vegas

There are rules in Las Vegas: Assume that every situation is governed by rules, especially when there appear to be none. You are required to establish your own rules. You must decide when and how to abide by your rules. … Continue reading

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Trampled Shrine

It had been an awful morning. Caterpillar had come around to check on her treasure and it was gone. It was gone, and the whole shrine was a shambles—torn to pieces. There were great gashes and pits in the earth. … Continue reading

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