Hendrickson [minutelovestory #79]

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We knew Dr. Hendrickson was wealthy. His backyard patio had an arrangement of outdoor furniture that included a three-cushion sofa, a settee, two armchairs, and a rectangular marble cocktail table, mimicking a very similar arrangement indoors. My sister Norah hopped onto the sofa and began stroking the upholstery with her left hand, exaggeratedly mouthing the […]

Stalls [minutelovestory #10]

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Dirk’s parents used condoms, housed on the second shelf in the bathroom cabinet, in spite of the fact that they’d been fucking each other for 32 years. The late 1990s caught them in a vortex of safe sex, wondering if, by chance, they could be diseased without their knowledge. Their shared faulty edification was profound, […]

One (and One Half Tits) [minutelovestory #47]

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He smelled like vacation. He asked her, rotating her hands upward to capture the rain, bearing their delicate weight in his own, to imagine the space the heart occupies and she instantly saw a chest smoothly hollowed out like Kienholz’s One and One Half Tits, but did not mention this image to him. It was, […]

Underground [minutelovestory #49]

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The Weather Underground was nothing like us, as we entirely lacked political conviction. What did we do besides watch Project X with Matthew Broderick and wad tissues onto the crummy carpeted apartment floor, picket Kentucky Fried Chicken parking lots, and approach customers at Shop and Save as they scanned the packaged meats? “Do you know […]

Greedy [minutelovestory #38]

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I was married for twelve years. Married to a woman, I mean. We have a daughter and she has three kids, the youngest is Mary, a complete hellion of a child. She could not have been less appropriately named. Every generation of a family has a ‘bad seed’ and Mary is it. I was my […]

Shears [minutelovestory #86]

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Deb’s text said, “I took the dog for a very long walk.” I was typing when the next one came through. “We’re over.” I couldn’t help thinking how much better all of it would have sounded in telegram form. I’m not blaming her for owning a pair of 9-inch pinking shears with Japanese stainless steel […]

Daredevil [minutelovestory #67]

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I took the dare because I’m reckless. People think that recklessness is fearlessness but it’s something my past therapists have defined, in no particular order, as an indicator of narcissism, mood disorder, situational depression, and borderline personality disorder. The good news is that for a very long while, it worked. I was adored by those […]

Ersatz [minutelovestory #43]

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I sat down this summer with Doug and put it to him straight. “Doug,” I said, “isn’t the sky glorious today?” He nodded. I said, “Doug, when was the last time you looked at the sky?” He shrugged. Beyond him, a swan began flapping her wings and hissing at a spaniel approaching the reservoir’s edge. […]

Broken Span [minutelovestory #75]

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She waited for him to ask something like, “Do the drapes match the carpet?” as his eyes roved along her red hair, flitting between her tresses and the gooey red pie on his white ceramic plate. By the time he’d ordered the cherry pie with homemade whipped cream, she’d reconsidered everything immediately available to her […]

Limbic [minutelovestory #64]

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The first of three daily freewrite sessions began at seven in the morning. A concert of birds sang, warning males to recognize their mates with honor. A beautiful threat, calling out their own names again and again. Henry. Henry. Henry. Henry scribbled about the mahogany armoire anchoring his longest bedroom wall, detailing its height, its […]