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swinging, pantie, dogging, college, disability leave, 2005, peter manseau, jerusalem blogs, lindsay, loser, agnosticism, pissed off, dogma, israelipodcast, buddha, angry about, rape videos, He has been a Peace Corps volunteer (Burkina Faso), studied in Holland (development) and New York (law), bartended, and spent several years in New Orleans fighting against housing discrimination. Through these migrations writing has been open mike night a consistent creative outlet. He currently lives in Amsterdam, where he does human rights advocacy for a humanitarian organization, and is working on a collection of short stories open mike night involving aid workers. Recently, he began trying to publish his short stories, with "Match End" becoming the first. e-mail the author navigation:  issue 39: November - open mike night December 2003    Short Fiction Jesse Shepard: First Day She’d Never See Heather Imani: Martini Nick Antosca: Where You Can’t Go Again Marc DuBois: Match End H.A. Fleming: Who I Was Supposed To Be    picks from back issues Irvine Welsh: A Fault on the Line Pinckney Benedict: Dog Essay Josh Capps Pa Don’s Troops Quiz 18th-Century English Literature Answers to last issue’s Book Titles Readers' Poll Vote for the best and worst of 2003 Book Reviews Timoleon Vieta Come Home by Dan Rhodes The Last Summer of Reason and The Watchers by Tahar Djaout Kids’ Stuff by Henry Sutton The Long Haul by Amanda Stern Back Around the Houses by Amanda Boulter Bliss Street by Ken
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I beheld trails disability leave going to other places, and to either side of me, disability leave a precipitous drop into mist. RIGHT NOW. A bedraggled drug addict is hounding me in our cell, poking me with his bony finger, wanting to know if it was true I told my lawyer to leave without posting bail. He keeps poking me even as I lie back on the cot. I’m loose, exhausted. For just an instant, images of Lorraine recede and I see myself playing tennis with Little Andy, laughing and stroking the ball back to him, teaching him to enjoy disability leave the game. The shadow of an old elm stretches across the empty stands. © Marc DuBois 2003 This story may not be archived, reproduced or distributed further without the author's express permission. Please see our conditions of use. author bio Marc DuBois has spent the better part of the last two decades shifting continents and work.
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