The Locksmith's Van
I'm twenty-eight years old and I coach women's basketball at a small college outside of Charleston, which means I spend about four months…
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I'm twenty-eight years old and I coach women's basketball at a small college outside of Charleston, which means I spend about four months…
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.
Luca was twenty-eight years old, recently divorced, and standing in a church basement holding a sheet of hymn numbers like it was a…
Evelyn Mackey clocked out of the feed store at six fifteen on a Tuesday, and her whole body felt like a sack of chicken feed by the time…
Kelly Sander was forty-three years old, a veterinarian, and by nine that night she had already apologized to her GPS twice for calling it…
Candi drove the last mile with the window cracked because Luke had insisted the truck smelled like gasoline, and Luke sat with the contest…
Briana was thirty-four years old and she felt like furniture.
My apartment got too quiet after my roommate Gary moved out.
It started on a Tuesday, of all days.
I'm forty-four years old, and let me state right off that I took this job for the money and nothing else, so when I say what happened…
The wall between my apartment and Joe's is about as thick as a wet paper towel, so at 2 a.m.
I finished the night shoot at four in the morning and decided I had earned something stupid.
Evangeline Murphey had been cleaning floors at Laverton District Hospital for thirty-nine years, and in all that time she had never once…
The bridge is still open when I cross it, barely.