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Impossible Tess by Kimm Brockett Stammen

Impossible Tess by Kimm Brockett Stammen

My wife’s sister plays all kinds of flutes. Metal and wood, tarnished and bright, silver, gold, a little painted thing made of tin, a slim jet-black cylinder made of stuff she calls grenadilla, and an antique glass one in a soft leather sachet that through all her traipsings stays miraculously unbroken.

Laughing and Turning Away by Patrick Holloway

Laughing and Turning Away by Patrick Holloway

The first time I had a gun pointed at me I was 14 and I ran home crying, and my brother laughed at me, calling me burra, saying I’d better get used to it. I didn’t know if he meant getting used to seeing guns or getting used to being stupid.

A Working Theory of Stellar Collapse by Sam Miller Khaikin

Mwela has a lot of theories. He tells you about them each night after dinner, after the fish fryers have cooled and the last of the ugali is scraped from the tabletops...