VANISHED

© Dana W. Paxson 2005

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VANISHED

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In the morning, he reached down and carefully touched his thighs. They looked a little redder than usual, but the pain had not returned. He stayed in bed until Martin finally called him from the kitchen and said that their father had gone to work. Out in the front room, the Hejjati Shushan feed pounded out its hopeless everyday ditty, “It’s JUST NOT NEWS ‘cause it’s happened all before. No, it’s just not news ‘cause it’s happened all before.”

Andrew looked down at the palm of his hand, where something had vanished. It still itched.

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