August 15, 2010
by Marie Fleming “A-l-i-c-e,” a finger traced through the sand, spelling out a name, her name. She lifted her finger and stared at the dust coating the tip of it, like ink would coat fingers after having prints taken. She blew gently and the dust flew off, but she was stricken by a bout of [...]
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July 15, 2010
by Michael Simon I’ve always hated interruptions. Even the snappy little tune that played over the intercom was nothing more than a distraction that derailed my train of thought and left me staring vacantly at the all important third quarter projections. “What is it, Janice?”I snapped. “Mr. Lagace is here for his one o’clock, Sir.” [...]
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