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Stories & Artwork by Christopher Williams
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in the asparagus field
Felix turned his head to the fence where his family waited for him, but they were gone, as was the fence, as was his new asparagus crop just coming out of the ground. It was no longer daytime. A stunted tree had appeared next to his right shoulder coming out of the ground by the rocks. The outcropping was there by his other side, just as it had been when he had fallen. Now there was a low, iron railing surrounding the cairn, the tree and him. Beyond the railing was a cement sidewalk, streetlights and beyond that, there was a mammoth wall of human dwelling units.
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OF WORDS AND NAILS
Now as dusk arrives, the storm has come upon the shore and an old wooden house anchored to the ground at the top of a cliff high above the roiling sea. The old house trembles as the wind leans heavily into it with a pelt of rain. Airborne water finds its way between the laps of the weatherboards ana into pockets and fractures within the walls. Despite the malevolent rage outside the old house, it was bedtime inside…
julie and the night cruiser
Down the rows of corn, over the black highway, she sensed it before she heard it, she heard it before she saw it. Over the night sounds, the cricket and peepers and the shifting corn stalks, came an almost unheard thumping like the small animal’s heartbeat. Her eyes flashed wide open in the dark; she raised up on one elbow. The heart beating became a small vibration, then distant thunder. She rolled toward the roadway gravel to see two pinhole points of light on the road’s horizon. Now, she was on her knees, and then her feet were running to the road, and the pin lights became two burning orbs surrounded by unmuffled exhaust, flat out thumping through the countryside, a crackling explosion now.
