Category: Fiction

“Did you find my keys?” It was the first thing Kalisha’s father said when she came in for dinner. She let the dog off the leash, and it hid, but she couldn’t. She braced herself, reminded herself, changed herself.
Wednesday morning, 7:48. Fremont Avenue. The street is full. An old brown sedan crawls like a dying beetle over its surface. The motor sputters. It backfires while the car’s shadow paints the road beneath it with a thick, lingering

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