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Sterling Lynch
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The Art of Fine Thinking
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Lifeboat: a very short story
To starboard, there was only sea: calm and reflective. To port, more of the same. “How did we get here?” I asked. “Best not to think about it, mate,” came the cheerful reply. At the bow of the boat, three men were playing cards, gambling on a game of War. T...

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Two very long paragraphs: a very short story
Stephen felt a stumble of movement and looked up from his book. A girl. Cute. Young woman. For the past twenty years, during my service on the boards of directors or advisory boards of most of the major global conservation organizations and in my research i...

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On the flight to Vancouver: a very short story
A flat, black, and grey shapelessness: it shifts, and Paul is awake. I must have been sleeping. I was dreaming. Can’t remember. And singing. Like a bird on a wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way. Over and over again. How did that g...

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Chase: a very short story
It was Josh’s idea. He spotted the rabbit first. We were playing chase in the trails and trees above Fairmont Park. “We can’t hurt it,” I insisted, challenging his authority. “I won’t let you hurt it.” Josh deftly avoided the challenge with swift and fierce...

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Nmishoomis (My Grandfather)
I I don’t know this place. I don’t like it. My parents sent me here. They said, you’ll learn new things. Important things. For the future. A new language. New skills. It will be useful for us, your family. I told my parents, I want to learn from you and the...

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One of the Seven
This job is easy enough, but I manage to screw it up sometimes. I always know when I do because Gord loses his shit. A storm of “fucks” and “Jesus Christs” thunder out of him so loud that something deep inside of me jumps, even when he’s yelling from high u...

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The Best Laid Plans
I headed for the sea, as soon as I exited the small French train station at the heart of the small French town. It was a grey cloudy day. There was a heavy mist in the air. It was the sort of day that justified the existence of an off-season in the Mediterr...

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Small Problems: Times and Places
Jacob and Trish were sitting on their hill, in the broad field at the end of their motley neighborhood, watching the sun set over the distant pines. “There’s a time and place for everything,” said Trish. “This is neither the time nor the place.” “If this is...

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Small Problems: Perspective
Trish is a little girl who can draw anything she sees or imagines. Children in the neighborhood often ask her to draw their portraits. The small problem that Trish faces is that some children don’t look anything like the way they think they look. “No, no, y...
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