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He held his peace and followed his mother and her traveling suitcase of magic tricks out of the building.
“No one is safe,” she said, “until I am safe.”
I will never tell you my name in this little horror story. Because it doesn’t matter. Because I’m you.
He smiled a rusty smile. “I turn my mud into bricks, son. What do you turn your mud into?”
The storm knocked down all her windchimes.
She played nine bingo cards at once, one for each of her imaginary boyfriends.
He slid his saxophone under the bed before we got naked on it, and I think it made the whole thing better. I really do. Excerpted from Before the Ripcord Broke: Stories