"House of Stars"
Daddy and the other men from the neighborhood came splashing down the creek toward our house, Daddy carrying Sissy in his arms and she writhing against him, raving.
"The New Kids"
These were rowdy and ill-behaved children and we didn’t belong here, Sissy and I decided.
"Old Voices"
There is a dead boy down in the wet basement.
And here is a recording of me reading this last story at NANO Fiction's Soundcloud page.
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