Boots on the Wrong Feet
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I'm forty-three years old, I teach sports medicine at a university, and I have published two papers on injury prevention, so you would…
Every wedding I've ever been to, I end up feeling like the furniture.
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…
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Robbie had rented the cabin off some listing site without ever seeing it in person, which was the kind of gamble he usually lost, but when…
The crossing signal had been stuck on red for forty minutes and counting.
So here's what my Tuesdays looked like for the past five years.
Debra figured the market would be dead on a Thursday, so she left her van in the gravel lot behind the grange hall and gave herself twenty…
I was up on the solar catwalk fixing a dead junction box when I saw the pack come through the gate.
The letter came on a Tuesday, which felt like a joke because nothing good has ever come to me on a Tuesday.
The first note showed up under the seahorse dome in the exhibit hall, which was already strange, because the seahorse dome sits inside a…
My name is Gregg, I'm fifty-two years old, and I've been married to Mary for twenty-two years.
Selena found him on the port side of the main deck, right after breakfast, leaning on the railing with a coffee cup going cold in one hand.
I was twenty-three that summer and I had a job inspecting bridges along the coast road, which sounds more interesting than it was.
My name is Brent Jacobson, I'm 52 years old, and I've been a traveling salesman for twenty-eight years.