Second place fiction: 'Secondhand'
Rose Milch had the most popular table at the lawn sale that day, but she cheated with a plate of homemade banana bread and word spread quickly about the free food in her corner of the field. With a frosted pink smile, she presided over a too-personal assortment of old nighties, picture frames with dead relatives still peering out from under dusty glass, dingy combs and broken costume jewelry, half-used diaries, and a set of Rose Milch custom-made mugs. The kids were smart enough to grab the bread at a swift jog, barely slowing to toss a "thanksmzmilch" over their shoulders as they passed....
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