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The War Widow
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The War Widow

Tara Moss

“How did you find out?”  He opened his eyes—at least he thought they were open, but they felt hot and swollen, his eyelids not moving as eyelids normally did, but staying in place, barely lifting despite the urgings of his…Read more

Fiction

4  “Since when does Eddie Rochester have a dog?”  Mrs. Clark—Emily, I’m actually supposed to call her by her first name—is smiling.  She’s always smiling, probably to show off those perfect veneers that must have cost a fortune. Emily is…Read more