Blind Spot by Diane Becker




You are here. A pink dot on a map in a glass atrium where bronze deer wander. People you don’t know sit along the walls as you shake your umbrella, wetting the floor. 

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A Change of Pace by Ross Sayers




Liz had a job interview the next day; her first in thirty-eight years. They asked you all kinds of silly things these days, she'd heard.

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Scrabbling by Sophie Hampton

 




I am eight and twenty-eight and a hundred to one. A hundred to one is an odds. Odds are how likely something is to happen. Different to odd. 

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