Oyster Days and Off-Season Ways
My mother's family came over from Jamaica in nineteen fifty-something, and I've told that story so many times I could do it in my sleep.
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My mother's family came over from Jamaica in nineteen fifty-something, and I've told that story so many times I could do it in my sleep.
Dottie punched in at the gate at ten minutes to nine and the guard booth smelled like old coffee, the same as every other night shift she…
The barge sat low in the water at the mooring outside Villeneuve-sur-Seine, and Marshall Sanford stood on the plank ramp with a clipboard…
Lyssa had the needle halfway through the last petal of a rose when her phone buzzed on the tray beside her.
I stepped off the porch of the eco-lodge and my boot went straight into mud up to the ankle.
Trinity Emerson was twenty-three years old and sitting in the crew lounge in Memphis watching her ex-husband's wedding photos scroll…
I park the truck at the far end of the dirt lot and sit there a minute, watching myself in the mirror.
The notice was taped to my apartment door when I got home from work on Thursday, and it took me about three reads to figure out what it…
Helen Marchetti met DeShawn Cole in the fall of her twenty-sixth year, in a second-year grad studio that smelled like spray adhesive and…
Penelope stood in the middle of her new apartment and laughed at herself.
I woke up on my twenty-ninth birthday to a text from my ex-wife that said only "happy bday, hope you're well."
Mila was twenty-seven years old and had been guiding rivers and coastal trails out of Bar Harbor for five summers, and in all that time…
The dryer had been dead for days, apparently.
Kristen here, forty-three years old, and I clean offices for a living, which means I know exactly how much sugar the average person spills…
The rental office in Fairfield Hollow was supposed to be open until six.
Tilly Cartwright stood at the counter of the Lough Island post office and checked her watch for the third time.
Trina Bannister had been in Wolverton, Manitoba for three weeks, and she still couldn't get used to the smell of the curling club.
Cyndi Farrell, a white woman of thirty-six, professionally annoyed, pushed through the door of Sergio's at 7:04 on a Friday night in late…
The rental car rattled up the gravel drive and Olivia Watkins leaned toward the windshield to read the hand-painted sign.
My name is Bobbie, I'm fifty-two years old, and until three weeks ago I had never spent a night outside the Pacific Northwest.