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Traci Skuce — NEW FLASH FICTION REVIEW
Climax Marilyn is in her office, on the floor, yoga mat spread beneath her, engaging her psoas. The ceiling squeaks. Or, to be exact, the bed above the ceiling. Her son’s bed, her son and his girlfriend in it. There’s the initial creak, back and forth, a pause or two, then faster, faster, pause. …