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He was lying in the street when we drove by, and we looked at each other for a split second before I slammed on the brakes. But we both jumped out with equal speed to see what was wrong. [paramedic]

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 02.26.2019 @ 2:38 am


It was time for spring cleaning in the house, after the ugly snow that turned to black crusty filth after the first day. We pulled up all the rugs and dragged them outside into the yard, setting up stands to hang them over, and wail at them with the beaters to get all the dust and grime out.

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.19.2019 @ 7:32 am


It was supposed to be a quick job, in and out, and we hadn’t had to put in much planning. Or at least it seemed like it didn’t need much thought. But then Marcus stumbled into it with his chippie and everything went south.

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.18.2019 @ 6:51 am


I was able to study classical music, not that I was an accomplished player, but I loved Mozart. I felt that he spoke directly to me. Then I found out that he was something of a brat, and I loved that even more.

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.15.2019 @ 4:22 am


Sometimes I try to remember what my earliest days were like, but the memories come out all muddy. I can’t remember whether what I’m thinking is real. Did that really happen or not?

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.13.2019 @ 3:43 pm


There is a syndrome I’ve heard about that makes you sleepwalk all the time; you fall asleep anywhere and then you get up and move around. Have you ever hear of that?
Narcolepsy, maybe?
No, it’s more than that.
Somnambulism, then.
No, not that either.

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.03.2019 @ 7:38 pm


These were the stories he told everyday, the ones he would weave from talking to people, by listening in the background, by following up and not letting go. The stories revealed and challenged and accused and comforted.

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.02.2019 @ 4:48 am


She slipped the latch on the pantry door, glancing behind to check that no one was watching. It wasn’t an awful secret, just her own and no one else’s. How had it come to this?

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 01.01.2019 @ 9:53 am


“It was mysterious, I tell you. One second she was there, talking to me and then . . . ”

“What? What happened?”

“I turned, even as she was still talking, and she had vanished.”

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 04.12.2016 @ 7:21 pm


“Look, I want stability, not some crazy nomadic life.”

She was talking to his back as he rolled a pair of wool socks to stuff into his rucksack.

» Posted By Jenny Yacovissi On 04.11.2016 @ 4:24 am

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