Dead Air at Dead Man's Lodge
The GPS gives up at the fork in the access road.
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The GPS gives up at the fork in the access road.
Alana Hobbs was sixty-three years old and she had spent the better part of fifteen years learning how to be alone, and the strange truth…
I punched in at 7:01 p.m., which is a stupid thing to say about a night shift, so let me back up.
The DJ put on some slow song and the room went soft.
Caitlin had planned this night for three weeks, and so far the rain was winning.
Connie knew the door code to Ascent Gym, which meant Dale had to follow her in, which she counted as a small win before the night even…
The auction was supposed to start at ten.
I want to tell you about the camera first.
The banquet hall was already loud when Bernice got there, thirty members of the Antique Clock Club all shouting over each other about…
Robin Price was thirty-four years old, a self-employed welder with a bad shoulder, a good truck, and a strict personal policy about not…
Candace had hidden the cake in the chain locker at three in the morning, which was a ridiculous thing for a woman of fifty-three to do…
Petra came up the metal stairs with a six-pack swinging in one hand and her jacket collar up around her ears, because of course the fog…
Mel and Camila had been dating for three years now, ever since they met in a community college night class when Mel was fifty-nine and…
Phoebe Martins was forty-two years old and she had never once regretted the way she'd built her life.
Nikki Danner was fifty-three years old, and she had learned something in the six weeks since Maya moved out.
I'm Samira, thirty-five years old, divorced for one year as of last month, and I was sitting in a booth at The Hollow Anchor waiting for a…
Camila Costa was forty-six years old, and she had spent most of those years being sensible.
Cari had forty-one boxes and a dissertation defense in three months, and she had promised herself she would unpack in order of usefulness…
Rebecca Fitzgerald was forty-five years old, and on a Thursday night in October she was standing in the middle of her own living room…
I stopped feeling anything during sex around thirty-one, which is the kind of thing you only admit to yourself at four in the morning in a…