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An Excerpt from “What Does It Cost to Be Civil?” by Tom Ray

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As they started out of the driveway for their regular morning walk Albert said, “That looks like the car that followed us yesterday.” It was parked up the street in the direction they headed. Elaine slowed her pace.

“Come on, keep going,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket.

As they got closer Albert could make out a man behind the wheel, although the tinted windshield kept him from getting a good look. When he raised his phone to take a picture the car drove off. 

Elaine said, “What does he want?”

“I don’t know. Don’t worry about it. If we need to, we can run him down from his license plate number.”

A few days later as they lunched on the patio of a restaurant, Albert saw the blue Malibu circling the parking lot. 

“There’s that son of a bitch who’s been following us.”

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An Excerpt from “An Overcoat” by Tony Covatta

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The dinner went well enough. The jokes were good. The wines delicious. Gino sprang for the check, to the gracious thanks of Bentley and Wayne. They had outstayed the rest of the clientele. Most of the waitstaff had disappeared. The party rose unsteadily from their table and searched for the alcove where their overcoats were hung hours earlier. Gino quickly counted five dark-grey and black coats but saw nothing butterscotch brown. Bentley’s coat was missing. The sole remaining waiter, young and inexperienced, offered only feeble excuses. Bentley’s satisfied air disappeared, his brow darkened. Gino, doing his best to lighten the mood and save the situation, told him he would look into the matter. “I’ll take care of it.”

Next morning, his car parked in the firm’s lot, seated at his shiny wood and steel firm desk, drinking firm coffee, munching a firm bagel, Gino’s calls to the Firehouse’s floor captain, manager and owner yielded no trace of camelhair or overcoat. Determined Gino was discouraged but not defeated, when Trey Headley stuck his bald pate in his office door: “Gino, we’ve got an angry architect on our hands. He says you and your friends encouraged him to leave his overcoat in an unlocked closet at that ginmill you went to, and it was stolen. He’s not happy.”

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An Excerpt from “Growing Up Is Hard to Do” by Nick Gallup

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The home-coming dance was that night. As I took my after-game shower, I fantasized about the hero’s welcome I would receive at the dance. First, people would praise me for recognizing the sneaky pass play our opponent had tried to pull on us; second, they would be pounding me on the back for making the heads-up interception; and third, they would be ecstatic at the skillful way I threw a lateral to Kenny Myers to win the game.  

Instead… 

…Instead, everyone laughed at me when I showed up at the dance. 

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An Excerpt from “Climax of Horrors” by Ben Fidler

I lied. That asteroid was never going to hit earth. Or cyborgs. Made that up too. Pretty good, huh? That stuff sells. Besides, I know we have a whole department of the Space Force looking for asteroids. I saw a bit on the evening news about the heroes keeping our skies safe. They called themselves “The Homo-Spacians.” They interviewed a general and in not so many words he said the minute we see one its blamo! We’re going to nuke that bitch. Turns out it was a good idea to keep all those nukes after all. That’s a win for Bush One and Gorbi. 

I know the system works because the last asteroid that thought it could pockmark earth—the one I lied about—got blasted all to hell. Dan and I watched them nuke it, the remnants raining down all night in green and orange ribbons, tying together in neat little neon bows. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Dan took my hand as we laid on the grass and I knew at that moment, there under the falling sky, we would never be safe.

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