Tag: Mary Elizabeth Summer

Literary Corner: Harvestmen

There is an old, wooden shed under a mountain of ivy where the harvestmen come and go. The ancient hinges, rusted the color of dried blood, creak when the door is pulled open. The rocky hills echo their groans of protest,...

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Literary Corner: No Caller ID

Her phone vibrated next to her, its buzzing echoing loudly through the empty warehouse. Late again, as she had been every night this week, preparing for the audit she’d known was coming since the rumored layoffs began. She...

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Literary Corner: The Collector

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Carla sidled left, allowing the tweed jacket behind her to move closer to the Strad. “The Spanish Court,” Carla said. “One of only thirteen Stradivarius violas left in the world.” “Are you a collector?”...

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