The Puppet and the Rigger
The elevator in the spice warehouse was old, the kind with a folding gate and a lever instead of buttons.
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The elevator in the spice warehouse was old, the kind with a folding gate and a lever instead of buttons.
The email came in while I was sitting in my rental car outside the hotel, eating a gas station granola bar for dinner because I'd skipped…
Let me explain what a customs broker does, because when I tell people at parties they nod and then their eyes slide off to the snack table.
The parking lot of the Marrow's Bend VFW hall was already half full at five forty on Saturday, and Drake was still fussing with the…
The party had been going for four hours and I had already talked about the weather with eleven people.
Hassan closed the shop for four days in March for a trade show in Vegas.
My name is Nick.
The night Leroy's partner left, it was raining.
I hadn't been back to Garza in eleven years.
The motel room smelled like salt and cedar, which made no sense, because motels never smell like anything but carpet cleaner and old…
The thing about cleaning a bridal shop at night is that you start to form judgments about weddings you will never be invited to.
I sat through forty minutes of a panel on sustainable event design before I started checking my phone under the table.
The ferry from Rockland takes forty minutes if the water is calm, and it took forty minutes that day, so I had no excuse to keep my…
I parked my Corolla in the same spot I'd used for two years and sat there for a minute with the engine off.
The bus had been running four hours and I still hadn't gotten used to the dark.
Nick had spent the whole week counting paper clips, more or less.
My name is Sergio Dunbar, I'm 24, and I've been a plumber for six years.
So here's how I ended up working weekends at a used bookstore at thirty-four years old.
The divorce was three years ago this October.
The Crooked Moose was emptying out around eleven.
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