Understairwell – Fiction

June 1, 1997

S’ interestin’, my father become a deranged sort of celeb’ity. People still tell folks headin’ fer trouble with the liquor, “Yer headin’ for a Hurlie hole.”

A Rough Morning – Fiction

June 1, 1997

As I crossed the street this morning I saw three cows dancing in a circle. As I approached them, I noticed they were singing in a round.

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