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Short Stories

sunset-401541The Fringes of Memory

It was exactly as I had left it, folded neatly and wrapped in white tissue paper, stored at the top of a plastic crate in my basement.

full-68286_1920Before the Canopy

Rachael stood at the window and inhaled the warm breeze that danced into her room, toying with her hair, still faintly damp, its ends clumped together in bonds of moisture.

 

 

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Jewish erotica, religiously styled