<![CDATA[Boulder - Weekly - Fiction]]> <![CDATA[Zoo]]> On a windy April day Mr. Phillips was ushered out of the safety of his discreet cubbyhole at Foster, Baker, Simon and Mudd and led down a grim hallway by an equally grim secretary, only to be unceremoniously fired by Mr. Baker.]]> <![CDATA[Burning Ditches]]> We received nearly one short story every day since we announced our Summer Flash Fiction Contest, and the overwhelming number of submissions made the decision process very difficult. But after robust discussion and careful consideration, we have chosen 'Burning Ditches,' by Longmont's Leslie Goodwin, as the winner.]]> <![CDATA[Twelve]]> When Juniper Ross was in seventh grade, she tore out her own stitches. She was down at the swimming hole on Piscasset Street crouched at the edge of the cold, still river. The dull ache of smooth round rocks pressed into her bare feet. Up on the road, a cluster of high school girls stood giggling in bright colored bikinis as their boyfriends climbed to the top of the bridge and jumped off one at a time, their bodies taking flight like smooth adolescent birds.]]>