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    The Streetwise Cycle
    The Streetwise Cycle
    The Streetwise Cycle
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    The Streetwise Cycle

    By Bronwyn Mauldin

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    The Streetwise Cycle is a series of nine interconnected short stories about people living unexpectedly interconnected lives on the streets of Los Angeles. A view of the city from people who sleep on its streets.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBronwyn Mauldin
    Release dateMay 31, 2010
    ISBN9781452327082
    The Streetwise Cycle
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    Bronwyn Mauldin

    Bronwyn Mauldin is the author of the novel Love Songs of the Revolution, and the short story collection The Streetwise Cycle. She is a past winner of The Coffin Factory (now Tweed’s) magazine’s very short story contest. Her work has appeared in the Akashic Books "Mondays Are Murder" series, and in Literature for Life, Necessary Fiction, CellStories, Clamor magazine and other places. She is the creator of GuerrillaReads, the online video literary magazine. In September 2016 she was Artist in Residence at Mesa Verde National Park.

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      The Streetwise Cycle - Bronwyn Mauldin

      The Streetwise Cycle

      Bronwyn Mauldin

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      Copyright 2010 Bronwyn Mauldin

      Licensed in the Creative Commons

      2010 by Bronwyn Mauldin

      Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported

      Read more at StreetwiseCycle.com

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      Thank you for downloading this ebook. You’re invited to share it with your friends. Both this book and the individual stories in it may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes only, as long as they remain in their complete original form and the author is credited. If you enjoyed this book, please visit the author’s website to read more. Thank you for your support.

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      In Motion

      When it hit, Bill dropped his highball glass and stumbled toward his son’s room. Isaiah lay crying, unprotected on his small, five year-old-size bed. Bill lifted him up and clenched him to his chest as the world bounced and rumbled beneath his feet. It should have been over already. Bill braced himself against the bedroom door frame watching a glow-in-the-dark mobile of planets and stars sway in a nauseating rhythm out of sync with the earthquake.

      The earth stopped moving long before the mobile did. Heart pounding, Isaiah still in his arms, Bill ran to the den and snapped on the television. No power. Rushing into the kitchen, he nearly slipped on broken glass in his leather slippers.

      Isaiah squirmed in Bill’s tight grasp. He wanted warmth and comfort now, not his father’s clumsy strength.

      No, son, Bill said, misunderstanding. You can’t get down. You’ll hurt yourself.

      Bill rummaged blindly through a drawer with one hand until he found a battered old walkman. He sat down on the sofa, holding Isaiah on his lap with one hand. He clicked on the radio and held one headphone to his ear. The batteries were still good. With trembling hands he turned the dial, trying to remember the location of pre-programmed stations he listened to in his car.

      Finally he heard the voices of callers making preliminary guesses about magnitude; five, six and up. Someone reminded listeners to turn off the gas. Another told them not to light candles. Bill reached for the Crown Royal bottle and took a long drink. Maybe this would buy him time. Monaghan and Brownloe would have to cancel the early meeting tomorrow.

      His father’s grip loosened, Isaiah jumped down. Mommy! he cried, running for their bedroom door.

      Helen! How could he have forgotten her? Bill ran to the bedroom.

      Helen? Why was he whispering? Perhaps because it was so very dark without streetlights streaming in through cracks in the curtains.

      Helen! he shouted.

      No answer.

      He could barely make out her shape in the bed as his eyes slowly adjusted to the

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