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Solo – Fawzy Zablah

His eyes followed her up and down the beach and the attention made her giddy. 

She was home now. This felt like home. The freedom. The white sand. The beautiful bronzed tourists. The sound of the Greek tongue. The smell of the sea. Greece is home. She was sure of it now.

“So, where from?”

An older silver haired man probably around his mid to late sixties inquired as he lay on his hotel beach chair next to her.

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Salt – Reuben Dendinger

Conservatives, eager to defame and stamp out human joy wherever they find it, have promulgated various malicious canards on the topic of sex, among them the notion that overexposure to sexual pleasure leads to the dulling of one’s taste, that what once was perverse, when indulged, becomes familiar, and eventually boring. Like an addict developing a tolerance to a drug, the sex-haver must seek out more and more abnormal forms of stimulation,

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Ouroboros – Ally Gelber

The sky is strawberry milk-pink when he shoots the snake in the head. It splinters on impact, fleshy fringes twisted in all directions— a bloody Loropetalum in spring bloom. 

The sun is setting fast, white dust caulking the juniper berries. The valley shimmers with exploit and disregard. 

I’ll start the grill, he says. Like he thought I might do it first.

He hooks the tip of the pellet gun under the snake.

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Pieces of Me – Rudy Johnson

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