D. B. Tarpley

The Doorman

“I wrap my arms around my shoulders and rub. It is colder than a dead pre-school teacher’s cunt out here. I have been told to stand regally in front of the door, to respect the stature and tradition of the position, but I am not wearing a tall fuzzy hat and this ain’t London luv. I pace back and forth watching the cars breeze by; each one stirs the frosty wind into some further, darker, perversion of itself. It is damn cold.”

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Linda Heuring

DESTINATION

Linda H.Heuring is an award-winning writer of character-driven short stories. She has given voice to teenage boys, retired school teachers, widows, New York artists, murderesses, men of size, and other diverse characters.

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