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Doug Cornett — NEW FLASH FICTION REVIEW
I Begin to Recognize my Lost Loves on TV at 3 a.m. On channel 232, a group of panty-hose-faced robbers shout orders in the airy lobby of a bank, waving their guns in front of them like majorettes. The hostages, overwrought and average-looking, congeal like a woodwind section into trembling formation. There—is that Emma? The …