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		<title>Swallows</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 03:12:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christie B. Cochrell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Winner, 2011 Short Short Contest.</strong> Isabel would attribute her undoing to that summer in Crete.  She would recall how she was minding her own business, reproachlessly conducting research on the iconography of 14th-Century frescoes, when she found God...]]></description>
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		<title>Moss</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 03:10:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christie B. Cochrell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Winner, 2011 Short Short Contest.</strong> "A rolling stone gathers no moss."  That was the creed of the Stone family, proclaimed like God's own truth by Mr. Stone all through the two boys' school years...]]></description>
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		<title>Leopard Skin Coat</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2012/01/leopard-skin-coat/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 03:09:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer Adams</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Second Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Fiction Award.</strong> A black cab dropped them off at his family's London townhouse in the middle of a side street smashed between Notting Hill and Kensington. They stepped out....]]></description>
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		<title>The Mourning Dove</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2012/01/the-mourning-dove/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 03:10:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>L. E. Grabowski-Cotton</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Fiction Award.</strong> When Emily entered the kitchen that evening, she wasn't surprised to see newspapers spread all over the floor, the counters, the table. There seemed to be less than yesterday....]]></description>
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		<title>With Shakespeare in the Admissions Room at Yale</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/with-shakespeare-in-the-admissions-room-at-yale/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:32:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marc Harshman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.</strong> The bulldog squats on the mantel, smug in his silence.  Inside the mirror a man is noosing his blue tie through the collar of a yellow shirt.  The dental work crowning the wainscoting empowers the room to speak for everyone....]]></description>
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		<title>And The Catafalques Are All Empty</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/and-the-catafalques-are-all-empty/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:16:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marc Harshman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.</strong> I am already dreaming about you, Russell Edson, wondering where you are, if you’re still tinkering with the language, leaving surprise packets in the unguarded provinces of our groins...]]></description>
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		<title>Four Stories from The Quiet</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 20:49:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert Moulthrop</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize (tie), 2010 K. Margaret Grossman Fiction Award.</strong> I am still attracted to quiet. Even when Estelle was frenetic, I sensed an interior calm. She had combed her raven hair; her hands could sometimes be still. And her name held a promise: diamond pinpoints of light hanging still in a dark, black winter sky...]]></description>
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		<title>The Philosophers Club</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/the-philosophers-club/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 20:40:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie Rodd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize (tie), 2010 K. Margaret Grossman Fiction Award.</strong> In the shadows of early afternoon, on a day of breakthroughs, I'm standing with Smitty and Sonya in front of the Kansas Asylum for the Insane in Topeka, where we've come to visit Monica. It's June, 1940. We graduated from high school last week — our ceremony cancelled because of the tragedy — and already we're feeling old.]]></description>
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		<title>Mrs. Ruzicka Goes Solo</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/mrs-ruzicka-goes-solo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:16:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elisa Pulido</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mrs. Ruzicka's seat in an orchestra box to the far right of the concert hall allows her to look directly into the face of the concertmaster. She thought she had fallen in love with him during Dvorak's <em>Symphony No. 6 in D</em>, but now that the orchestra has begun Dvorak's <em>Serenade</em> for strings, she is sure of it. The grace of his bow splits her chest like a surgeon's knife[...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hazardous Waste</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/hazardous-waste/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:12:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Linda Hanley Finigan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[From his usual spot at the counter, Carter Bingham followed the waitress as she made coffee, first shaking the contents of a metallic pouch to one end, then ripping it open with the bright colored talons of her fingernails. Lime green today, a color that reminded him of antifreeze.]]></description>
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		<title>Escape</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/escape/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Shea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Honorable Mention, Latte Short Short Awards 2009</strong> We've been told to escape. We've been told not to expect assistance, given the circumstances. We've been told that the enemy is not merely closer but is inside....]]></description>
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		<title>respiratory system — resuscitator</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/respiratory-system-resuscitator/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Shea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>A Tale from Websters...</strong> "I should have taken better care of myself."  After drink and drugs and various forms of excess — some better left in memory's shadows — his hands occasionally shook and his <strong>res<span class="bullet_hyphen"><img src="http://www.literal-latte.com/wp-content/uploads/spacer.gif" alt="" title=""/></span>pi<span class="bullet_hyphen"><img src="http://www.literal-latte.com/wp-content/uploads/spacer.gif" alt="" title=""/></span>ra<span class="bullet_hyphen"><img src="http://www.literal-latte.com/wp-content/uploads/spacer.gif" alt="" title=""/></span>to<span class="bullet_hyphen"><img src="http://www.literal-latte.com/wp-content/uploads/spacer.gif" alt="" title=""/></span>ry sys<span class="bullet_hyphen"><img src="http://www.literal-latte.com/wp-content/uploads/spacer.gif" alt="" title=""/></span>tem</strong> was . . . well, let's just say it was not always reliable...]]></description>
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		<title>Tidewater Breakdown</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/tidewater-breakdown/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah McCraw Crow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Second Prize 2009 Latte Fiction Awards.</strong> Brian was late getting home — he'd gone surfing with Rob, down at Rudee Inlet, and they'd stayed out a little too long, waiting for one decent spring wave — but even now, Carly's minivan wasn't in the driveway....]]></description>
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		<title>Virgin Flight 244, Chicago to Heathrow</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/virgin-flight-244-chicago-to-heathrow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>M. M. De Voe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize 2009 Latte Short Short Contest. </strong>In airborne darkness, the pain of birth. She grabs her neck just above the locket and feels the pointy head of a small creature...]]></description>
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		<title>Audition</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/audition/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>M. M. De Voe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The listing sounded good.... I arrived exactly on time, breathless, dripping from the humidity, hair captive in a rubber band, flat and lifeless, white tank top sticking to my back. A trickle of sweat ran down between my breasts and itched, but I didn't dare scratch.]]></description>
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		<title>Mares Eat Oats</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/mares-eat-oats/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George Dila</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<b>Second Prize 2009 Latte Fiction Awards.</b>  We got this assignment in our Adult Ed creative writing class, the assignment being to write a little story about our mother, Mother's Day being just a couple of weeks away, and all.  Just one page.  Like a sketch or a vignette. A little scene, maybe, with some action and dialogue. ]]></description>
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		<title>Nature vs. Nurture</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/nature-vs-nurture/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:35:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carol Winters</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Harriett Hemenway made the decision to become an artist during her freshman English Literature class.  She didn't make the commitment out of a dislike for literature, quite the opposite actually, but it was her way of not tempting fate[...]]]></description>
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		<title>depersonalization</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/depersonalization/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:35:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Virginia Aronson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The plan was, i would go into the hole, sit in the queen's chair, and exit my body.]]></description>
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		<title>Mr. Benz</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/mr-benz/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 03:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Luke Fiske</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<b>First Prize 2009 Latte Fiction Awards.</b> My wife came home that first evening with a note. <em>Dear Karen, I seem to be lying here more and more thinking about how grateful I am to you, and what a special person you are</em>[...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Small Rectangular Dredge</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/03/a-small-rectangular-dredge/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:43:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Renée Bacher</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["Some snails, like Janthina, float all their lives at the surface of the ocean and are wafted about by the wind."

Nina says, "Jack, stop reading out loud, get the seashells out of the hall and let's get moving. I have to be on time for my interview."]]></description>
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		<title>Book of Cakes</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:42:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karen Ackland</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When asked why she'd never married, Michele replied that she was waiting for her mother to bake her wedding cake. Then she explained her mother had died almost fifteen years before. No one asked twice.]]></description>
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		<title>Elsie and the Ladder</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/03/elsie-and-the-ladder/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Abraham Schneider</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first night I met Elsie I had just finished an evening of summertime carousing. It was high June, with ghosts of warm air floating outside. I returned to my bedroom in my apartment with an unopened bottle of beer. The condensation had turned to droplets, and they slid down the sides and made the label soggy.]]></description>
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		<title>Living Remains</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:41:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dennis Mahoney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The earliest memory I have of my mother, she's digging a hole in the back yard. It's raining and the ground is all black mud. A clump of sod is stuck to her calf, and after a while she puts the shovel down and digs with her hands[...]]]></description>
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		<title>A.D.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:41:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brian Yansky</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day it wasn't there. I woke to the dark, the same dark that had blanketed my room when I'd gone to bed. The clock said eleven. I opened the blinds and looked out over my black back yard, and it was, as in the late night, formless, the trees at the far edge hulking, indistinct shapes[...]]]></description>
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		<title>Whu Rllaey Worte Bradbury: A Coqiluloum</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:40:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Terry Hertzler</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<b>(Tied) Winner 2008 Latte Short Shorts Contest.</b> Fleolw hisortnais &#038; sekrees ov tutrh, wocelme tu the beuiftaul becheas ov Devenr on the Ilse ov Coralodo! Snice tihs coqiluloum iz metineg tu dicusss mteatrs ov sifancgniice tu ar cunontiing msisoin ov hisortcail rveceroy[...]]]></description>
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