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Reid Champagne lives with his wife and three children in Lyons Falls, New York, where he is a purchasing agent for a large food processor. He has been writing fiction for three years: “The Man in the Control Booth,” in this issue, is his second published story.
Sam saw Hannah turn and beckon to him. He had stopped to watch her slide across the snow the way, years ago, those figures in the Munich Glockenspiel had seemed to slide out and turn so delicately before disappearing behind the face of the big clock.
April 1986Wycke, I knew, had thought of his eyes as prisms, capable of seeing many points of view at once. They sat in deep dark sockets, alert, cautious, and ever vulnerable, like two small animals uneasy in their burrows.
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