Third place fiction: 'Dreaming'
Yesterday night, the night before Martin Luther King Day, I made a list of my black friends. Alex Carter wasn't on it because we had gotten into a fight over who owed who money for Yankees tickets. Peter White might have made it, only last September he got hit by a taxi on 86th and Lex, right outside the Petco. There was fish food everywhere. I wrote down Jimmy Suarez's name since we've known each other since grade school but Inez, one of the other teachers in the history department, didn't count because we're colleagues. Genevieve, the upper school dean, didn't count because she's my...
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