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Glimmer Train Stories, #81

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Description:Literary short stories by established and emerging writers. Robert SchirmerBlackoutHe stared up toward the blazing sky, following the hawk's weightless flight over a breakfast-cereal billboard and out of sight, leaving Sam again to his life, such as it was. Kathryne YoungRoadrunnerMy grandmother's house floated like a wayward sailboat on an ocean of fine-grained dirt, scrub brush, and yucca trees. Crisp desert mornings, we sat outside eating cottage cheese and frozen peaches in ancient white bowls with ancient silverware, talking about men and families and what happens to women when they grow old. Lydia FitzpatrickIn a Library, in SaltilloBrenda's was the only place in town that tourists ever went, besides the sauce plant. On weekends there'd be a line of them parents on cell phones with a string of sticky-faced kids waiting for vinyl booths and overpriced hot dogs. Sean Padraic McCarthyThe PiperJack wasn't sure what that meant, but Danny explained. "You can have A, B, C, or D. If they're bigger than a D, then it's a double D, and if they're bigger than that, forget it. They wouldn't be able to walk." J. Kevin ShushtariThe Vast Garden of StrangersOld Reza finished his noontime prayers and knelt to fold his rug. He put it in the suitcase under his twin bed and went to the window. His son insisted on air conditioning, but he preferred the humid Boston summer, even when it smelled like spoiling feta, as it did today. Paul RawlinsThe Corn GodI would take them out the shirts, the pants, the tie, the little pup-tent cap and lay them around me carefully on the floor, unpacking the trunk until I reached the bottom, then running my hands along the edges and into the corners for anything I'd missed, every time thinking there ought to be something more a letter, a photograph, a bullet, a ribboned medal. Laura van den BergInterview by Jeremiah ChamberlinI think it's beautiful and terrifying at the same time, because it's easier to not believe in things in a way. To decide these possibilities don't exist, that there aren't things out there, that there's only daily reality. Nick YribarThe Getaway DriverEli's performance was staggering. I have no idea exactly what he said, but he was evidently able to establish that the unloaded pistols in his car were antique family heirlooms that he kept in tribute to his grandfather, who'd presented them as a legacy before his passing. The pistols were tokens of remembrance, nothing more, and Eli had never even fired them he wasn't even sure they would fire. Joy WoodThe Man in the ElevatorNina was late to her own birthday dinner. Not Chinese-late, but full-on American late, 7:17 according to my father's Casio watch, tromping through the door of Evergreen Palace with her boyfriend, Christian, who hadn't been invited. Dennis BockImprovised Explosive DeviceOn the sixth morning of his reconnaissance he drank down the last lumpy gulp of his coffee, anachronistically tipped his baseball cap to the Sri Lankan cashier, who smiled shyly, and caned his way out into the bright Manhattan sunshine.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Glimmer Train Stories, #81. To get started finding Glimmer Train Stories, #81, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Publisher: Glimmer Train Press

Release: 2012

ISBN: 1595530304

Description: Literary short stories by established and emerging writers. Robert SchirmerBlackoutHe stared up toward the blazing sky, following the hawk's weightless flight over a breakfast-cereal billboard and out of sight, leaving Sam again to his life, such as it was. Kathryne YoungRoadrunnerMy grandmother's house floated like a wayward sailboat on an ocean of fine-grained dirt, scrub brush, and yucca trees. Crisp desert mornings, we sat outside eating cottage cheese and frozen peaches in ancient white bowls with ancient silverware, talking about men and families and what happens to women when they grow old. Lydia FitzpatrickIn a Library, in SaltilloBrenda's was the only place in town that tourists ever went, besides the sauce plant. On weekends there'd be a line of them parents on cell phones with a string of sticky-faced kids waiting for vinyl booths and overpriced hot dogs. Sean Padraic McCarthyThe PiperJack wasn't sure what that meant, but Danny explained. "You can have A, B, C, or D. If they're bigger than a D, then it's a double D, and if they're bigger than that, forget it. They wouldn't be able to walk." J. Kevin ShushtariThe Vast Garden of StrangersOld Reza finished his noontime prayers and knelt to fold his rug. He put it in the suitcase under his twin bed and went to the window. His son insisted on air conditioning, but he preferred the humid Boston summer, even when it smelled like spoiling feta, as it did today. Paul RawlinsThe Corn GodI would take them out the shirts, the pants, the tie, the little pup-tent cap and lay them around me carefully on the floor, unpacking the trunk until I reached the bottom, then running my hands along the edges and into the corners for anything I'd missed, every time thinking there ought to be something more a letter, a photograph, a bullet, a ribboned medal. Laura van den BergInterview by Jeremiah ChamberlinI think it's beautiful and terrifying at the same time, because it's easier to not believe in things in a way. To decide these possibilities don't exist, that there aren't things out there, that there's only daily reality. Nick YribarThe Getaway DriverEli's performance was staggering. I have no idea exactly what he said, but he was evidently able to establish that the unloaded pistols in his car were antique family heirlooms that he kept in tribute to his grandfather, who'd presented them as a legacy before his passing. The pistols were tokens of remembrance, nothing more, and Eli had never even fired them he wasn't even sure they would fire. Joy WoodThe Man in the ElevatorNina was late to her own birthday dinner. Not Chinese-late, but full-on American late, 7:17 according to my father's Casio watch, tromping through the door of Evergreen Palace with her boyfriend, Christian, who hadn't been invited. Dennis BockImprovised Explosive DeviceOn the sixth morning of his reconnaissance he drank down the last lumpy gulp of his coffee, anachronistically tipped his baseball cap to the Sri Lankan cashier, who smiled shyly, and caned his way out into the bright Manhattan sunshine.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Glimmer Train Stories, #81. To get started finding Glimmer Train Stories, #81, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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