![]() ![]() The house has stood for over seventy years, sighing and shifting mud walls into muddier earth. You’ll see.” *Įl Rancho Amarillo spanned hundreds of acres, tall dark fields dotted with distant porch lights and the shining backs of cattle, an adobe home nesting like a brown pearl at its center. She then asked with seriousness, “It’s safe, right? I’ll be OK alone?” Tasha thought there should be a word for the way he made her feel, but she found too many at once, and so she settled on pulled. He appeared much younger than fifty-two, early forties at most. Arturo grinned, dabbing a paper napkin to his mouth of pretty bright teeth. Tasha ran her index finger along her own lip. He drank a cappuccino from a white cup, trailing his upper lip with foam. “I don’t know if I can stay in a haunted house.” Read an Original Short Story by Brandon Taylor.Read an Original Curtis Sittenfeld Short Story.Read an Original Short Story by Kristen Arnett. ![]()
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