The Pasta Cutter
I still think about that doorbell.
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The Lighthouse Archive
Meg came into the pallet drop yard a few minutes after midnight, and the door rattled shut behind her and the sound rolled off the…
The Locksmith's Van
I'm twenty-eight years old and I coach women's basketball at a small college outside of Charleston, which means I spend about four months…
Crossing the Strait
I leaned on the rail at the stern and watched Dover shrink behind us.
The Cold Swim
The train from Visp climbs into the mountains like it can't decide whether it wants to make it, and I spend the whole ride refreshing the…
The Last Watch
The quiet up here was the thing I kept waiting to get used to.
The Pie Auction
The pie auction wrapped up at ten forty and by eleven Bev and I had the last of the money counted, boxed, and signed off on, three hundred…
The Sandwich Board
I got the grease gun up under the axle of chute four and squeezed until the fitting took what it wanted.
The Watcher at Ridgeview Lodge
Irina Graves pulled her rented Subaru into the gravel lot at Ridgeview Lodge just after four in the afternoon, and she sat there for a…
The Frequency Board Incident
You know those days where one small thing goes wrong and then everything else piles on top of it?
Heat Rising on Novak Street
We got married a year ago, when I was twenty-three and Lori was twenty-four, and then we spent almost the whole first year of it living in…
Moss Light Signals
The whole thing started over a hatpin holder, which is not a sentence I ever expected to say out loud, and yet here I am, thirty-four…
The Stylist and the Salon Owner
My name is Cherie Denton, I'm twenty-four years old, and two years ago I married a woman.
Shelter from the Rain
The car died on the coast road at half past ten.
Bellows and Leather
The forge in Easky is dim when I pull up.
Second Chance Sunday
I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine with somebody's arm heavy across my ribs and sunlight coming through blinds I did not recognize, and I…
Lost Key Found
Monica had been working at city hall for six years, and in all that time she had never once needed to go into the basement storage room at…
The Corkscrew Lesson
I turned forty-three on a Tuesday, which is nobody's favorite birthday, let's be honest.
Anniversary Dress
I'm twenty-eight years old, and I own a farm, and last Thursday I bought a dress.
The Night Swim
Robbie had rented the cabin off some listing site without ever seeing it in person, which was the kind of gamble he usually lost, but when…