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Shannon Hunt

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Mending

If someone has to speak first, Terry figures it may as well be him. “It’s not that I don’t love her anymore." The words drip with shame. That’s why he came alone today. That’s why he booked a solo appointment. He needs Martha to fix the shame.Martha is silent for a while, and he wonders if she’s taken aback by his coming here solo. Elle was the one who insisted they do marriage counseling. She was the one who found Martha’s services advertised on Instagram – the ad with the pastel color palette and smooth, cursive-adjacent text: Mend your ma...

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Mending

Weekly Contest #350

If someone has to speak first, Terry figures it may as well be him. “It’s not that I don’t love her anymore." The words drip with shame. That’s why he came alone today. That’s why he booked a solo appointment. He needs Martha to fix the shame.Martha is silent for a while, and he wonders if she’s taken aback by his coming here solo. Elle was the one who insisted they do marriage counseling. She was the one who found Martha’s services advertised on Instagram – the ad with the pastel color palette and smooth, cursive-adjacent text: Mend your ma...

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We Are None of Those Things

Weekly Contest #325

(This story depicts systemic ableism and death.) Bare-legged and trembling, I feel the wind in swatches – a pin prickle on the front of my thigh, but a distinct nothingness up the side, where nerve damage paints its way from knee to hip in a river of scar. It doesn’t stop every muscle fiber from shaking. “Do you think we should go for it?” Manny asks, his words jittering out through clenched teeth. He’s also bare-legged, a dirty white T-shirt barely covering his boxer briefs. At least he has flip-flops on. I slide my barefoot forward, over t...

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