By Lorin Stein, Sadie Stein
ISBN-10: 1250005981
ISBN-13: 9781250005984
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Twenty modern authors introduce twenty sterling examples of the quick tale from the pages of The Paris Review.
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Mal didn’t answer. He found his charm in looking grave. He had difficulty focusing on the child, whose nose was dripping, whose little face was the color of the seat. His hands were swelling. His eyes were silting up. When the woman realized that he wasn’t going to answer, she shifted her eyes up and to the left, to pretend that she had never been addressing him at all, and wiped her hands on the baby’s shirt. ” The plane was being swatted around as though it were in the web of some enormous paw.
But of course it was not his momma, this slippery gloomy wretch that he had hauled onto the street. Quite a crowd had assembled by then to witness the rescue and the old lady lay drying in a muttering circle of hobbled delight, her small feet lopped over the curbstone, her skinned but bloodless knuckles up and rapping at the air. The next day she was buried, for she had been found dead during the night with peroxide burns around her mouth. V There is no evidence of trauma about the head. The central nervous system is not examined.
I wash it up properly before I arrive. Sweep it out. Everyone’s happy as pie. Because they don’t know a thing about cars. As long as it gets them to the druggist for their Preparation H. As long as it gets them to the grave site. They’ve all got brains wrapped in prophylactics. They don’t allow nothing inside their heads. So this is how I manage. No way to make a killing but I see a lot of the country and I love to drive. Nothing I’d rather do than drive a big rocking ark like this for free. Driving a fast cool car going for places I don’t know … You got a lot of moles honey.
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