The Cave of Living Smoke

The grayness all around us appeared as ephemeral, wide wisps of varying chiaroscuro tones, as might fine smoke from a fire composed of a variety of combustible items seem on a clouded night. Darkness prevails, only a dim glow coming from the stuff guides our way. Pressing with force through any section of it leaves…

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The Co-Ax

Jorge hollered from the junk room, “Anna, you seen the co-ax cable?” “No quiero co-ax, I’m sewing buttons on Freddy’s sweater. Mama knitted it and had no buttons…” Jorge tuned much of that out; why’d he bother to ask her anything anyway? He lifted the corner of a flat box that covered a deep box,…

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