OK, imagine if all the roads and the streets in LA were completely empty.

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The light was perfect for photographs and he didn’t have a camera. 

RICAS PAPAS FRITAS BY NICOLAS POYNTER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 52

She was better than this.

A VISA FOR NOBU BY LAWRENCE F FARRAR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 52

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE

ISSUE 52 APRIL 2018

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GETTY WAS AN OCTOPUS

JIN AN HIRST

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MAKING ALLOWANCES

PHILIP L BODDY JR

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MY PARENTS, DINING ALONE WHEN THEY MEANT TO DINE TOGETHER

FAITH SHEARIN

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A VISA FOR NOBU

LAWRENCE F FARRAR

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RICAS PAPAS FRITAS

NICOLAS POYNTER

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TEETH OR TELEVISION

MARY KAY WULF

“What do you want? What

can I do for you?” Mounting humiliation and, for the first time, anger touched her thinking. “Why don’t you look at me?”

“You are old. American bitch, you are nothing—nothing.”

The vitriol stringing his words together drove straight into the core of her being. She knew she had deceived herself; knew she’d put herself in a position from which there could be no good outcome. She’d known it from the start, but naively thought that somehow things would work out. They had not. She recalled the ill-concealed glances of people in the consulate waiting room.

Still, she tried to salvage something. “I know we are years apart, but there are so many other things that are good.”

KISS

(A KISS CAN BRING YOU DOWN)

BY MARTIN CHIPPERFIELD

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FIVE STORIES:

NIGHT FALLING

CATALINA JONES

ARDIS

ANGEL LOVE

STARTING AGAIN

Renata slays Sally with bitter eyes and grim slit mouth. Where’s the bedroom? I’ve come to collect my husband.

Listen lady, who do you think you are?

I spent seven years making a marriage and that’s a lot of time, a lot of effort. I’m not losing all that to someone like you.

Sally rests her back against the wall, takes a drag of her cigarette and blows it in Renata’s face.

You fucking slut. The Thunderbird keys scraping Renata’s wedding ring, the stilettos she didn’t wear perforating the unpolished wooden floor.

Slut am I? I suppose you think my beauty and riches dragged him here. Then Sally truly wondering, or was it that I kissed him that time in the parking station? Looking at Renata almost with compassion, at her eyes gone cold with fear, mouth with no lips. Well, a kiss can bring you down can’t it?

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