Kathie Leung, Novelist

Marian surveyed the work with a skeptical squint. The innards of the long, wide barn had been gutted, sheathed in ceramic tile and stainless steel giving the impression they were inside a milk tank truck. Large halogen orbs were suspended from the ceiling making it so bright, the older woman’s Progressive lenses had darkened a [...]

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Continued from [here] She lowers the boxes, sight unseen, releasing the grip when the bottom rests on the crate. Except it’s not centered. If she fully lets go the entire stack will tumble. Boxes filled with “art” and “letters” and “numbers” will spill and be ruined once they rest upon the rain drenched grass. But [...]

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§67 · January 9, 2011 · fiction · Comments Off · Tags: , , , , , , ,


M’chelle swaggers under the weight of the boxes she carries, her head poking from the side as the load she carries is as tall as it’s heavy. Once she clears the cemented walkway and her feet smoosh into the rain soaked loam, she moves even slower. The ordinary walk of less than a minute has [...]

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The road chased the river, gradually ascending, more or less straight, then slid away towards the flat ranch land where wild horses ran. And then a steep rise, trees lining and hiding the asphalt striped like a wayward polecat, swallowing it whole. Unbrushed teeth, tattered, mangled brown uvula. The flatland leaked into the valley, peppered [...]

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§17 · January 4, 2011 · fiction · Comments Off · Tags: , , ,


“I wish,” his breath moved across the fine hairs on her neck releasing a hundred-thousand tingles across her skin, under her tee-shirt, Maidenform, swelling downward. “I could wish you a proper happy New Year.” She smiled, her cheek pressing against his ear, her arms tightening around his neck, breathing in the salty sweatiness his shaggy [...]

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§6 · January 1, 2011 · fiction · Comments Off · Tags: , , , , ,