The Slaughterhouse Wife
The gate was the same one he remembered, which was strange, because Derrick had spent seven years telling himself he remembered nothing…
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The gate was the same one he remembered, which was strange, because Derrick had spent seven years telling himself he remembered nothing…
My name is Samuel Browne, I am fifty-five years old, and I have spent thirty years cleaning the same processing plant on the same dairy…
*This story came from a thought about debts and unexpected forms of payment.
My name is Alex Rosenberg, I'm twenty-four years old, and until a month ago I thought I had a decent sense of rhythm.
*This one came from thinking about how good it feels to be the one who knows what she wants and gets to teach someone gentle.
The ad said "night shift, rural location, must be comfortable with livestock proximity."
The sign on the gate still read Dry Creek Ranch in paint that was peeling, and I had been reading that sign for thirty-three years.
Lea walks to the barn from her cabin at half past five, before the sun has done anything worth bragging about, and the high desert air has…
I was fifty-two miles from my old life, which is a long way to drive with a bruised heart and a cooler full of gas station lemonade, when…
So there I am, five forty in the morning, standing in a field of lavender in a two-thousand-pound suit, and I want to tell you I felt…
The gravel lot at Braidhaugh Farm hasn't changed in two years, which is more than I can say for my mood.
Erika had a rule about herself, and the rule was this: she was never surprised.
Bailey dragged the last barn door shut on the evening wind and stood there a minute with her palm flat on the wood.
Floyd rolled his truck through the rusted gate of the Bar None Ranch at eight in the morning, gravel popping under the tires, and there…
*This one came from the idea of putting a lifeguard on dry land and watching the water metaphors dry up.