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    • Autumn Harvest 

      Delury, Jane (Redux Literary Magazine, 2011-11)
      Jacques crouches in his father’s garden, coaxing leeks from the hard November ground. Six rows of cabbages away, the old man is digging up bouquets of mâche with a grit-encrusted knife. Jacques grabs a shoot of leaves ...
    • Cosigning the Past 

      Delury, Jane (Baltimore Fishbowl, 2012-02-08)
      In the 1880s, my great-grandmother packed a steamer trunk and left her Alsatian village for the port of Le Havre, France. Anna had a glass eye — the result of a snowball fight when she was a girl — little knowledge of ...
    • Eclipse 

      Delury, Jane (Prairie Schooner, 2007)
      On the first day of autumn, in the rear courtyard of the Léger estate, Yvette Mongrain was scrubbing down the glass tables and wrought iron chairs that had been trucked in from Paris the morning before and arranged across ...
    • Point of View 

      Delury, Jane (American Short Fiction, 2015-04-17)
      Here is the opening of a story: I walked out the front door. A black man was biking down the street. Now here is that opening again: I walked out the front door. A man was biking down the street. Years of reading student ...
    • Refuge 

      Delury, Jane
      Standing in Molly and Riordan’s bathtub, waiting for Lucas to leave, Tess thought of the Delmarva squirrel that she had found one after noon, suspended by its paws from a lower branch of a loblolly pine. She was 10 or 11 ...
    • What My Cat Taught Me About Bouncing Back 

      Delury, Jane (Harpo Productions, 2016-06)
      Less than an hour after my ex-husband and I told our two daughters that we were separating, I had promised my then seven-year-old that I would get them a pet. "How about that?" I said into the backseat of the car, where ...