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Novelette - Small Favors by Lawrence Dagstine

“Life is… short,” the smooth operator grandly philosophized. “We might as well make the most of it. Besides, I’ve only been to one movie in my life. No real theaters in TinCity.”
It was true. It was a small town plunked smack dab beneath a rural underpass—a route mainly used by truckers working the graveyard—and going to a movie was something that Grandpa simply never thought of. TinCity got its name in the fifties for being a major manufacturer of tin products for foods like sardines and tuna fish. They employed a couple of thousand assembly workers. Low income families came from all over Missouri.
My wallet was full. “So, what’s it going to be?” I asked.
“I—I guess so,” the timid girl said.
I had money of my own now that I was working as a clerk at Bagelman’s Pharmacy, and as a smooth operator, I wanted to spend it lavishly. The Empire StrikesBack was playing at the Coronet, and I’d been dying to see it.
“Besides, you’re the only girl in my life. You’re the one for me, baby.” I …

The Acrylic Man by Lawrence Dagstine

The tables outside RockefellerCenter were all filled. Thirty-five-year-old Olivia Maynard sat alone at one of them, gazing around her at the bright scene. The fountains splashed high in frothy plumes, the tulips and daffodils planted around the birches made an explosion of color, and over her head the green leaves of the trees moved gently in the soft air, their shifting light dappling her hair and shoulders.
Window shoppers strolled back and forth among the boulevard of stores, and it had a remote, muted quality about it. Fifth Avenue was only a few yards away, screeching and blasting and rumbling with the traffic of buses and cars. The sidewalks were congested with crowds of tourists and hurrying people.
Picking at her salad, Olivia restlessly glanced around. And then her head stilled. A young boy and girl, obviously in love, were wandering together below the concourse, their arms around each other’s waist, their sides pressed together as if they had coalesced into one smooth uni…