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A Blind Site In the first hours of light, sitting on the desk across from the bed, the computer screen veiled a blank, innocuous paroxsysm of glass, metal and plastic-- hardly the vessel of pain, destruction, mayhem and death that it had become in the nights previous to the one just passed. Let me start at the beginning, though each time I tell this story the beginning seems to recede further into my own personal past, a period rife with inactivity and known chiefly by the general malaise of ...

Emily For the last two days Emily had waited for a call from the agency where she’d interviewed for a clerical position that paid a fraction of what she’d been earning on the street. The interview had gone well, with her responding in a practiced manner to the questions about the large gap in her employment history. The story she’d rehearsed with Anne, her employment counselor at the halfway house where she’d been living since getting out of jail, had been seamless. She’d returned to her nat...

Haley Standing outside a restaurant, Haley spotted an umbrella blooming from the open door of a cab stopped at the near corner, followed by the unfolding frame of a woman struggling to remove a trolling file case from the back seat. Behind him the door to the restaurant opened. "Mr. Haley. Why you no come inside?" "I'll be right in Miguel. Tell Barney to mix up a pitcher for me. You do that?" “Sure Mr. Haley.” Haley turned back to the street as the cab pulled into traffic, stopping at the lig...