Thin Walls and Tea
The wall between Mollie's kitchen and Collette's kitchen was about as thick as a phone book, and on Tuesday nights it carried every word…
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The wall between Mollie's kitchen and Collette's kitchen was about as thick as a phone book, and on Tuesday nights it carried every word…
Rain on the tent fly sounds like somebody dumping gravel on a drum.
The van was exactly where Tyler said it would be, back behind the shop in a gravel lot full of old paint cans.
Alyssa had plans for her Saturday, and none of them involved standing in a parking lot behind a bookstore at nine in the morning, staring…
Diego had one hand flat against the speaker cabinet when the wail came down out of the apartment and through the wiring, and the cabinet…
My name is Lorraine Baker, I'm thirty-four years old, and I've worked security at Hollis Feed and Seed for six years.
*This one started with the image of summer heat on a tar roof and the question of what would happen if you only had one night to explore…
My name is Virginia, I'm twenty-three, and I drive a long-haul truck for a living.
Meredith Gilbert is thirty-four years old, a quarter troll on her mother's side, and she has been on her feet for nine hours.
The suitcase problem started before we even got out of the car.
Okay, so let me back up and explain how I ended up standing outside a taxidermy shop at eight on a Thursday night, holding a bottle of…
Bethany found the basement door on the third try, because the second one she pushed turned out to open onto a mop sink and a smell of…
My name is Wendell Cameron, I'm twenty-eight years old, and until last Sunday I thought the strangest thing in my life was the smell of…
Sandra saw the sign for Aspen Hollow as the last light faded behind the ridge.
Russ Payne was twenty-four and mostly good at his job.
Farah sits at the corner table by the window of the lakefront bar and counts what she has left.
The bus dropped me at the end of Fore Street and I stood there with two suitcases and a bad feeling about the weather.
Monica Samuels, forty-four years old and twenty-two years on the job, pulled her rented Corolla into the gravel drive of the lakeside…
Maren Voss was twenty-four years old, and she had never once in her life stayed up past midnight on purpose.
The address on the scrap of paper was wrong.
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