Deep Brine
I want to tell you about the strangest Saturday of my life, but you have to know I'm thirty-four years old and I still make bad decisions…
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I want to tell you about the strangest Saturday of my life, but you have to know I'm thirty-four years old and I still make bad decisions…
**Letter One** Dear Calvin, I'm writing this from the hotel lobby in Lamentin, which has the kind of furniture that pretends to be antique…
The streetlight outside Greenwood Taxidermy had been flickering since before I got the job, and it was still flickering the night I drove…
The gate was the same one he remembered, which was strange, because Derrick had spent seven years telling himself he remembered nothing…
The reunion was held in a barn outside the village, a big stone thing the hosts had rented for the weekend.
The fairgrounds came into view right around the bend where Highway 12 dips past the water tower, and I felt my shoulders drop about two…
Irina Graves pulled her rented Subaru into the gravel lot at Ridgeview Lodge just after four in the afternoon, and she sat there for a…
Mason was restocking wax bars behind the counter when the bus hissed to a stop outside, and there she was.
Briana was thirty-four years old and she felt like furniture.
Lyssa had the needle halfway through the last petal of a rose when her phone buzzed on the tray beside her.
My name is Stephanie, I'm forty-two, and I've been married to Shane for seventeen years.
My name is Dakota Mooney, I'm thirty-four, and I tend bar at The Velvet Tap in a midwestern city that shall stay nameless because my…
The generator outside was doing its best impression of a dying animal.
The penthouse smelled like lemon cleaner and old money.
The wall between my apartment and Joe's is about as thick as a wet paper towel, so at 2 a.m.
I was twenty-seven years old the summer I started following Leroy out to the old lampblack plant, and I will state that up front because…
The email came on a Tuesday.