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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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THREE DRABBLES


by Lynn Hoffman



Waiting

the waitress with the Florentine nose and the Venetian eyes is still working at that blank-ass restaurant in flatland Europetown.  And she says she's still there 'causa her sick mama.  She saw a wrinkle in the mirror this morning-corner of the I-and now she wonders which of them will die first.


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Drinking Cantillon at the Brewery

Someday when the beer is a taste and not a mascot, you might pick out the best or the worst day of your life that week and pour this beer and close the light-shade and turn off the music and see if you can guess the planet on which they grow the flavor that whips this beer up your nose and into your brain and leaves you smarter for a change.



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Not This Way Again

"Down the road about a mile and a half," she said.


But he blinked at her, spazzle-dazzled by the sun behind her head or the sixty-two months federal inside of his.


"Can I walk it?"


"Only once" she said.


"Next time it'll be someone else."