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It’s a job that most people don’t even know exists, and a job that no one ever admits to working. It’s a job that requires an unseen workforce around the world to live outside any normal concept of time. It’s a job that demands each worker accept a selfless life working alone for the benefit of others who will never know of their existence. And despite all the requirements and demands of the job, every single person who works the job would tell you, if they could tell you, th

A swing on a chain: a Jack and a Jane. See a chain swing is swinging: see Jack pushing, Jane pulling. Feel Jane’s hands on a chain; Jack’s hands are on Jane. Hear Jane’s breath a refrain to Jack huffing in strain. Smell sweat and black rubber: taste salt and rain A swing, a thing, a chain and a Jane, a Jack and a snap! They tumble flat back, buck naked and sore, their bedroom floor. Laughing—a snapped chain: lovers still, Jack and his Jane. T.L. Tomljanovic is a flash fiction

anthem i’ll begin with an admission - that night all those february winters ago with its primal midwest bone chilling wind whipping up a honey of a snowstorm was mostly a blur. you were five days late and showing no signs of your impending arrival, clearly you were just fine where you were, thank you, until midafternoon when you proceeded to inititate operation bodyslam in earnest. by the time your father drag raced us up lake shore drive to the hospital i was so deep in the