The Wrong Terminal
The bus stopped and the driver said, "Terminal Four," and Carson and I just sat there like idiots because that was not our terminal.
The Delta Garden
Based in New England. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Most of my posts live in Erotic Couplings. I have a soft spot for the reunion trip, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by The Delta Garden
Demolition of the Heart
I was fifty-two years old, divorced almost six months, and I was standing in the gravel driveway of a dead man's house with a clipboard I…
Last Hackathon
I'm fifty-two years old and I run the dispatch floor at Marlow Taxi.
The Kayak Lesson
I had the whole morning to myself, which never happens.
The Cello Maker's Apprentice
The town I live in has four hundred people and one stop sign, and both of them have been there longer than me.
The Off-Season Rules
I've lived in Crescent Beach for two years now, and I can tell you exactly what winter is like here.
Flour and Fiction
I want to tell you this story right, so let me start at the beginning, which for me is standing in a hotel parking lot at eleven at night…