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Fiction


The Redshaw Sea Star
The idea rose ten stories into the air. Open gondolas shaped like birdcages painted royal blue, canary yellow, purple and green. Striped...
Kim Frank


Our Red Thread
You need to understand, I did it for her. For my wife. Carla. And now, she reads to our daughter, Margaret, as if nothing happened. Like...
Kim Frank


Jersey Shore
No sign. A line of people and a ramp. The bouncer in a silver suit collects cash at the door. Ruby, Viv and Boris descend down, down into...
Kim Frank
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