7. We Walk Alone

Gunned Gandhi slid his hipcom shades up to his forehead and opened his front door to two well dressed young men standing on his stoop.
“It’s a beautiful day,” said one with boyish charm.
“Hello, my [...]

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The Sky Train pulled away from Coquitlam station.
Bruce the former latter-day-saint, watched people.
A little girl sat on her father’s lap and watched the rooftops of the city skid beneath her window. [...]

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Monkey Smith sat on the steps of the Hyatt hotel. Cap at his feet. Marco Polo walked out.
“Hey Buddy, can you spare a dime?”
Marco stopped, reached into his blue jeans pocket, sifted through a [...]

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Fat Cop spent all day pulling down some stupid flyers off the lamp posts all over the neighborhood where Judge Quimbly resided. Each flyer had the same succinct message;
‘Your Neighbor, Judge Reginald [...]

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“Dispatch me with orders 47, 49, 51.”
Samara nodded and her brother Mo left with three pizza deliveries.
Luigi stomped out of the walk-in cooler with a bag of pepperoni. A thin, pasty person with a [...]

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“I’m not a dog,” Mr. Sangkari repeated every so often. He sat alone in the corner booth. His mind was way behind, running to catch up, but falling again just before it caught the [...]

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It was just another container unloaded from a Chinese cargo ship. This one plummeted to the earth though, making a crater in the pavement, and shattered the longshoreman’s union’s 387 consecutive accident free work [...]

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Tara’s apartment was small. A futon served as both bed and sofa. A coffee table served as a desk and a dinning surface. A spider plant hung out over the windowsill behind the kitchen [...]

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Hector: You free to chat?
Samara: Yup, been thinking about you, Charlie.
Hector: Good thoughts?
Samara: No, naughty thoughts.
Hector: I’m on the Sovereign Air website right now buying a ticket.
Samara: But I can’t go through with it, Charlie. Mixed marriages in the Dar al-Islam are punishable by death. Aside from that, [...]

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Enchilada’s eyes were on a small one suckling her breast. Just off her balcony, the Jacarandas were in full blossom. Buenos Aries hummed with human action. She was anonymous here in her [...]

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Thomas Beta Jefferson descended the embankment, clutching trees where available to steady himself. The GPS coordinates led him to a creek filled with cold rushing waters from the inland mountains. He turned over an ordinary rock, retrieved a shovel off of his backpack, and dug into the gravel. A foot down was a Spooner delivery [...]

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