Monastery Dance
Robby Kramer was thirty-four years old and had taught history at the community college for nine years, and in all that time he had learned…
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Robby Kramer was thirty-four years old and had taught history at the community college for nine years, and in all that time he had learned…
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I am sixty-three years old, I work as an analyst at a law firm, and on a Tuesday evening in Lyon I put on a dress I had not worn in eleven…
The conference in Boise had run long, and by the time I packed the truck on Friday afternoon I was past tired and into that hollow kind of…
I'm twenty-eight years old and I drive a black Cadillac Escalade for a living.
The feed store lot was mostly empty at a quarter to six, just the dusty spots where the fair trucks had parked all week and two flatbeds…
Leigh backed the hatchback up to the bay door of the gallery workshop and killed the engine.
I'm thirty-four years old, I have a car payment, a knee that clicks when it's cold, and a text message from my former coach that I've now…
Tabby cleaned her house on a Tuesday in late May, which was something she had not done for a date in three years, and she was honest…
The road up to the ranger station had been washed out twice since the last dry season, and Ella's old Toyota FJ spent most of the climb in…
Liv Voss was thirty-four years old and had been married to Kurt for eight of them, and she could tell you the exact week the spark started…
*This one came from thinking about how we stop exploring our partners after years together.
Stanley Jarvis was fifty-four years old and had lived alone in the same split-level house on Meadowgrove Court for nineteen years.
The jukebox was playing that same Counting Crows song it always plays.
Lila pulled her van into the dusty lot at the edge of the market and sat there for a minute with both hands on the wheel.
The bet happened because of a water stain, if you can believe that.
The alarm went off at 5:40 and I was already awake.
Nick tells himself it was a practical move.
Three years is a long time to carry a grudge, but I'd managed it.
Angelica was 44 years old and had been a dentist for twenty years, which meant she knew the weight of every box in her office by feel.
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