“In the Cloud” by Mark Budman
“Good morning, love. I guess it’s morning, though it’s hard to tell. It’s just too dark all the time now . . .”
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“Coercion” by Mark Budman
I was putting to bed my 11-month old granddaughter, the half of the twin team. . .
“Rent” by Mark Budman
The strange woman at my door holds a knife and a fork. Her cutlery is sharp. She smells of raw oysters. A bag hangs over her shoulders . . .