..., probably so she has more time to stay at home and watch TV. Mr. Jones, the gym teacher (I m not sure if you know him since he s new), smokes cigarettes at his lunch break and has a daughter he picks up at the elementary school when his wife can t get her, and drinks too much at the Blue Moose Lounge, but I...

... but he don’t now for sure. Look we just got relieved last night an’ you might think we been careless cause most our stuff ’s been shot up blowed up or buried burnt or busted but one thing it sure ain’t been is kept track of but you come count what’s left if you want, what...

... purse and pulls out her phone, where she scrolls and scrolls, sure that if she just looks hard enough she will find the cure for whatever disease she is certain she has this week. Transfixed on the bright blue screen, her cart starts to roll away. Without lifting her eyes, she reaches out a hand...

... is a prison, and we need to rattle the bars, eh? LIZARD 3. Something like that. I m not sure if you re mocking me, but something like that. LIZARD 5. (To Lizard 2.) Do you mean to say that the thought that is thought through the eyes is more trustworthy? LIZARD 2. Thought and through are almost composed...

... personality, he could’ve been President Sniff or Chief Justice Sniff.” “Instead of just Sniff the Stiff,” said Sherm. “That’s not funny,” I said. “I mean, the man’s dead.” “You sure about that?” George asked. “What’s to say it’s not just another prank of his?” “No way,” Sherm said. “His family...

... on the fringes, reflecting the blue sky and an occasional spark from the sun. As a child, she loved red. Now, Sarla wasn’t sure. Red was lively, uplifting. It reminded her that her marriage was still intact, that Igra was still alive. It also suggested that life was feeble, only a tiger paw away...

... Trail- Blazer to kick their smug little hybrid asses into tomorrow if they fuck with you. After a few hundred gallons at the pump, we’re sure you’ll get the subtle blend of tolerance, pity, and latent belligerence. The Laughing Peasant. Give it a shot. Now what? You worry about your...

... there." "I bet you dropped some creamers. I hear you've got some honey in tow today." "Yeah sure, but I did the delivery, I swear Ollie." "Well, Christ Hal. Turn around and go back there now, Carl's still expecting his quarts of homo." Being a milkman was maybe the best job he...

... that? And that’s without him even mentioning he’s a pedi- atric oncologist, which is doomsday for sure. But let me just say if you do have to meet an oncologist, by chance or by destiny, I highly recommend Dr. Jerome. You might conceive of pediatric oncology as a terrifically depressing field...

... on the punch line. And we can be sure in the way we can be sure of things we delimit that we came not from anything we did but from our mothers and their mothers before them and so on, and they came from the sea as far as we know, which is why sometimes we long for weightlessness and are held in water...

... to do with 32 the minnesota review your lack of hunger, but who in your situation wouldn’t be? “I mean, are you sure we’re even up for this?” you say. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.” In the years you and Mira have been together, the discussion of children has come up three...

... midnight. Me, I was sleeping, curled up like a trusting cat. But that moon, it just watched and watched. Saw that final trace of big shoulder, wisp of wild hair. God, I wish I was the moon. Things sure look bad this morning. Stretch of road leading out of here all gauzed up in Kiley’s...

... also noticed a human head.” “Oh, it’s something new I’m trying this year,” she said. “Not sure it’ll work.” I wanted her to say more, but her tone made it clear the conversation was over. I didn’t like where this was going. I studied my head in the mirror. I...

... love to. I had such a nice time. But I’m not supposed to cross international borders without telling the Peace Corps. I could get thrown out. I think it’d be pushing my luck.” “Sure,” JK says. “Okay.” She squeezes his hand again and starts down the ladder...

...Claire Barwise © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Claire Barwise The Springs We went to the hot springs when we wanted something to happen. I don’t think we were even sure what exactly, only that it was something unlikely to happen in our bedrooms or basements or outside the old downtown...

...-correspondence, of linkages that are made, unmade, and remade over time. To be sure, connections between social groups and patterns of action, belief, or cultural expression can acquire considerable permanence, cohesiveness, and power, giving the appearance...

... at the situation —​so most of this is what I think she was try- ing to say in between breaths. You could never understand, she said, wanting what I want. You already have it, she repeated. So how could you want it? I told her that I’m sure number 6 died happily, with the image of her two ripe bosoms...

... was hot and stuffy, she held her coat closed to cover her legs. "I'm sure I won't have any problem with the questions." "I just wanted to advise you of the protocol." "I gather," she said, making eye contact so that he'd be distracted from her body, "that you've been through...

... in there and it will make sense gastronomically. Peanut butter cups? Sure! Communion wafers? Absolutely! Oof. Woof. You know what a turducken is? A turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken? There’s an actual word for that kind of dish. Ballotine. We read about this crazy huge ballotine. You...

... it. Charlie, here alone, though I m sure he had started his jour- ney with at least one someone. He kept mostly to himself. And Lilly and Margaret, two sisters who had come from Idaho Falls, when their husbands lost their words and abandoned them to live in the wild. That s what always happened. First...