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Front Porch Fiction
- The Hired Boy by Katherine Conner
There are no basements in that part of Mississippi, so the sisters argue at night in the third floor guest room. They sip cola from green glass bottles and Gretta decides how she will kill Eli’s yellow dog.
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- Try Mailing This to Alpha Centauri by Aaron Gilbreath
Dear Victor,
It’s been a decade since you unleashed the “Alien Interview” video, and lord knows in the interim I’ve lost some hair. Back in ’97, I was fit and spry, reading nature books with near-mystical overtones by John Muir and scouring the biosphere for evidence of life’s meaning and divine intelligence. I was also twenty-one and weaning myself off weed, and man did my still-stoned friends and I have a laugh. What does my text-crazy cousin say? ROTFL. Your government footage was that funny. So funny that my trembling fingers would’ve only been able to type acronyms on tiny cell phone keys if I had your current number.
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