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Chocolate milk dribbled onto Dwayne’s t-shirt as the subway rocked around the bend. He wasn’t vain enough to care. He had other things on his mind, like the cancer, and his lack of health insurance. He stood, brandished the toy gun on purpose, hoped some zealot with a concealed weapon longed to save the world.

 

 

 

Jim Harrington began writing fiction in 2007 and has agonized over the form ever since. His stories have appeared in Every Day Fiction, Liquid Imagination, Ink Sweat and TearsNear to the KnuckleFlashes in the Dark, and others. Jim’s Six Questions For… blog provides editors and publishers a place to “tell it like it is.” You can read more of his stories at http://jpharrington.blogspot.com.

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