My name is Melissa Everett. I am the girl who accidentally cut off Nadia Felin’s legs. I was a ride operator at City Island Park, making $5.25 an hour. I’d only been there a month when the incident occurred. The park had barely trained us what to do in case of an emergency, they...
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The most embarrassing thing I ever did was the speech I gave at my little brother’s bar mitzvah. I don’t think he remembers it. His friends kept waving him back into the game room. My grandmothers didn’t hear it because they’re both too vain to wear their hearing aids. My dad was off...
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“You can park behind me.” He was standing next to his car, which he had left running. A 1983 Volvo wagon, the tail end mottled here and there with stickers. Her jeep rolled to a stop, the headlights settling on a faded cartoon of a raccoon with large, startled eyes. Block letters...
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I float along down the corridor like a phantom, through no effort of my own, while the fools on the other side of the black handrail huff and puff, wasting energy, walking. Should have taken the platform, buddy. Come on! My dad is waiting, my girlfriend says to me. I would rather just...
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The trees were rioting and the air stank of blood. Harding covered his nose with both hands and leaned forward, eyes closed, from his cross-legged position in the doorway. The noise of the street faded and swelled in a soft roar like ocean waves. Gigantic and wild and heavy with humidity, the wind tossed...
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