Tension Lines
Ten years I've been going up against Stewart Standish.
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Ten years I've been going up against Stewart Standish.
Lena here, thirty-two, pastry chef, and this is the story of the weekend I stopped pretending I didn't want what I wanted.
The moving truck sat dead in the gravel lot, hood up, when we pulled in.
The forecast had said light snow, flurries tapering by evening, which is the kind of thing a forecast says right up until it lies to you.
The storm had been going since midnight, and by seven Carol Mendez was soaked just walking the last block.
Leigh backed the hatchback up to the bay door of the gallery workshop and killed the engine.
Chelsea climbed the stairs to the loft with a paperback catalog tucked under her arm.
Laila was twenty-eight years old, and on a gray Thursday in February she signed her divorce papers in a bakery.
The gallery at night is the quietest place I have ever worked, and I used to work in a library, so that is saying something.
*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.
Chloe left on a Tuesday for a gallery thing in Chicago, and by Wednesday evening I was standing in her studio with a bag of groceries and…
The text message from Bruno said fourth floor, room 408, and I remember standing in the freight elevator at eleven at night thinking how…
I can handle the pump myself.
October 14th.
Gloria was forty-four years old and she had spent most of those years playing it safe.
I was forty-four last spring when I made an ass of myself at a gallery opening in Oakland, and I will state upfront that I knew I was…
Isla Lund was thirty-four years old, and she had lied on the rental application twice.
I'm Shae Jorgenson, forty-two, and I still call myself a sculptor even in years when the bronze doesn't sell.
The van died four kilometers from the station, which sounds close until you are carrying two boxes of survey equipment through snow up to…
The whole thing started on a Tuesday, and I want that Tuesday burned into my memory forever, because it was the night I thought I was…
Winter Thread, The Autumn Epilogue, Route of Stone, Phantom of Lark
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