The Nightshift Key
The boxes were still stacked everywhere when I noticed the light on the patio next door.
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The boxes were still stacked everywhere when I noticed the light on the patio next door.
The plan was simple.
I woke up early on day four of our vacation and Nik was still asleep, face down, one arm hanging off the side of the bed like he'd fallen…
The wing was dead quiet after closing, which is exactly when I do my best muttering.
The flight to Lisbon got canceled at four in the afternoon on a Thursday, and I found out the way you find out everything at airports…
I turned forty-four in March and I still live alone in the same condo I bought when I was thirty-six, and some nights I stand in my…
The road stopped being a road about two miles back.
The loft was smaller than the pictures made it look, but that's Airbnb for you.
I turned forty-four on a Thursday.
I'd been driving past The Velvet Garter for three Tuesdays before I finally parked the car on the fourth Tuesday.
I finished my shift at nine and hung my apron on the hook by the kitchen door.
I almost turned the car around twice on the way over, sitting at the light on Hollis Ave with my blinker going and my coffee going cold in…
I should say upfront how this got started, I guess, except I hate that word upfront, so I'll just say it plain.
I locked the reading room door behind me with hands that wouldn't quit shaking.
I came to the coast three years ago, which sounds shorter than it feels.
*This one came from the idea of what happens after the gallery closes.
I'm Keira Potter, I'm fifty-four years old, and last Tuesday I accidentally signed up for a pottery class instead of a painting class.
The sun was going down over the Ibarra place and I was out at the far fence line with a spool of wire and a pair of pliers, sweating…
I got to the studio at nine in the morning, still in the jeans I'd worn to work for the last ten years.
I had been on the road for four hours when I finally accepted that the best part of the trip was the part where nobody knew where I was.
Quartz Wave, Cedar Refrain, The Quartz Page, Phantom of Lark