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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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Herr Müller was a waiter in his own restaurant. He was devoid of the smallest commercial bone in his body and preferred a simple employment with a satisfying salary, which happened to be only slightly higher than his colleagues’ because of his many years of experience. He was sixty-three years old and had been the owner of his parents’ restaurant for the shortest time, a couple of months, before he sold it to Herr Ehring, who from then on would be in charge of MÜLLERS. The contract drawn up between Herr Müller and Herr Ehring had two special clauses. One stipulated that Herr Müller would immediately be employed as a waiter, whereas the second one was about management. Naturally, the first clause came into effect immediately. As for the second, Herr Müller had never once seen the need to use it in four decades. It was, in his mind, a…