The Race by Jess Phoenix

One foot in front of the other, I trudged over the hill’s crest, reins clutched in one hand. Squinting, I could barely discern a faint light in the general direction…

Subtraction by Paula Burke

The summer of 1974, when I was four, Dad shot an intruder breaking into our house at four in the morning.

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