The Pasta Cutter
I still think about that doorbell.
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I still think about that doorbell.
We booked the Alpenrose Lodge back in October, and I had the whole weekend planned out with meticulous precision.
Rory Pendleton pushed open the door of the Gongju dispatch center at dusk, snow dusting the shoulders of his jacket.
I woke at four without the alarm, which was a small mercy because the alarm on a Saturday was the sound of my own regret.
So here's what my Tuesdays looked like for the past five years.
The notice was taped to my apartment door when I got home from work on Thursday, and it took me about three reads to figure out what it…
Evangeline woke up to an arm across her ribs and a ceiling she didn't recognize.
My name is Bernard Higgins, I'm thirty-four, and for the last nine months my evenings have been mostly nothing.
Some nights the dispatch desk felt less like a job and more like a chair I rented from the university.
I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of red wine and no good reason for drinking it.
The gallery opening was one of those free wine and cheese things my coworker Pat dragged me to because he hated going alone.
The neon sign was still on when I pulled into the lot, and that surprised me.
I turned twenty-nine in March, which meant I was old enough to know better than to agree to fake-date someone I barely knew, and young…
My sister Gail asked me twice why I said yes to this thing with Jarrod, so I finally wrote it out on paper while the front desk was dead.
I've worked the night audit at the Thornwood Inn for fifteen years.