A Razor's Edge
I found the peletine at the bottom of the second storage container, under a folded spinnaker that smelled like the inside of somebody's…
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I found the peletine at the bottom of the second storage container, under a folded spinnaker that smelled like the inside of somebody's…
Subject: You are not going to believe this.
I found out something about myself last March: I can write a dirty letter with a mop in one hand.
I found the first note on a Tuesday, twelve days before wrap, tucked into the inside pocket of a navy blazer I was letting out for the…
Dear Garret, Okay, so I have decided to answer your letter the way you answered mine, in writing, from a tower, like a person with a plan.
From: bsteiger@northlightgallery.ca To: landon.redding@merrickvillecanoe.ca Subject: Private canoe lessons?
Let me start by explaining the stall situation, because everything that came after it depends on the stall situation, and I refuse to let…
Let me start by saying I'm twenty-eight years old and I have never lost a pie competition on purpose, which will matter later.
Dear Jameson, or maybe just Jameson since we skipped a few formalities last night, that's how I'm starting this, on a paper napkin from…
The first letter came under my door on a Tuesday, which matters because Tuesdays are when Toby the super supposedly fixes things in the…
So there I was, thirty-four years old, standing in the loading line of the MV Tanner with a duffel bag full of tattoo equipment and…
I'm Piper Blackwood, twenty-eight, and I fix cars for a living.
The letter started out the way I meant it to, all business, date and everything, a Tuesday in March.
*This one was born from a thought about birthdays and what it means to let someone see you fresh, even when they already know your history.
I'm writing this on the hotel notepad at 3:40 in the morning, and you are asleep about four feet away, snoring like someone who has earned…
Monday morning I did a thing I'm not proud of, or maybe I am, I still haven't decided, which was I sat down after my eight a.m.
Dear Carlton, You think I was impressed.
Let me tell you how I ended up snowed into a whiskey distillery with a man I'd spoken to maybe six times, because honestly it still sounds…
I was thirty-four that fall, on sabbatical from my software job, and I had planned exactly none of what happened.
From: Hayley To: Denny Subject: night shift, again Hi honey.