Project Type: The Jamjar Project

The Jamjar Project

Her Shoes

Saddle shoes, white and black. She thought they were leather, told herself she wore leather shoes. Leather meant hard. Cotton meant soft. Leather comes from farms. Cows chew leather, she thought. Which is what makes it rough. Cow teeth chomping. Cotton comes from plantations, which she thought meant big factories planting plants with big square…

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Re-Org

The company announced a re-org. This was taken as bad news, though I’d never encountered the term before. My boss sat us down in a conference room to deliver her lines. The room had the exact dimensions of a tissue box and we all folded in silently. Running along the center of the ceiling were…

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Decorum

Brandenburg races his fingers through his hair, squeezes the locks; they fall back to the brow the moment he releases, dangling over his eyes. The left finger extends above the table. Coconut cream, the crowd gasps; could it be? No. The finger scans across the chocolate pecan. No money changes hands; Brandenburg disparages the inclusion…

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Pay Dirt

It asked, Was she known to me—a quirk of its translator—and I said yes, but the question challenged another. Was I known to her? The face I knew well. Of course. The wireframe projection on the screen flickered side to side. It was her face, geometrically, but it was missing the mole beside the nose.…

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A Visit from Sanderfrause

It was just as I set my saucer down after supper that my old schoolmate knocked upon the door, in some urgency. My niece rose from her place at the table—we always dined just the two of us at the round table by the fire—and opened the door to reveal the slender figure of Sanderfrause…

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Belmont Ave

I. Scraping along the wet concrete, the parking meters clicking like bars of musical measures, the drizzling applause falling around him. His borrowed sport coat pulled up at the collar and down at the wrist. Gutter swells stirred by traffic, a rush hour overture marching him past brick apartments that don’t quite look like hers…

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Sadness

“Goddam. It’s just sad. The whole thing is so sad. I can’t believe I didn’t even get to introduce her around. Her name’s Claudia. She works thirty-four feet from my desk. I see her almost every hour. We’ve worked together for about eight, I don’t know, maybe ten months. One of those people you see…

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