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Fiction 6.2 (1980) HER NAME WAS Coral Fernández; she always wore her hair over her left ear, leaving the right one uncovered. She was so pretty that at first I thought she was foolish. We met at a country luncheon...
Read MoreFiction 54 (2008) WE CLEANED FOR our mothers. Off boats and kerchiefed, they stood at conveyor belts, boxing brassieres or culling cartridges, their hands growing cramped, their ankles swollen, until, shift over, they scarcely could climb onto buses and ride...
Read MoreFiction 20.2 (2007) ONE RAINY DAY my father picked my brother and me up from school, brought us home, and sat one of us on each of his knees at the kitchen table. We sat there quietly for a moment,...
Read MoreFiction 20.2 (2007) SHE COULD HAVE been a boy. Her chest looked stripped of the fat and muscle that make breasts possible. Although this was the first time I'd seen her topless, I felt as though I'd seen her bones...
Read MoreFiction 20.1 (2006) The plan becomes concrete IN THE AUTUMN of 1978, the basic idea of the expedition had been established, with the following rules of the game: 1. Complete the journey from Paris to Marseilles without once leaving the...
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Fiction 57


