The Last Watch
The quiet up here was the thing I kept waiting to get used to.
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The quiet up here was the thing I kept waiting to get used to.
I got to the frost boil station at Dreischor on a Tuesday in late January, after two transfers and a shuttle ride where the driver said…
Tracey Lincoln here, thirty-four years old, and technically the most responsible person in Mohale's Hoek this weekend.
So here's how I usually tell this story when I've had a couple drinks and I trust the room, I don't do it often, but tonight I do.
Randi McAllister, thirty-three years old and covered in goat cheese brine before noon, stood at the workbench and stared down her boyfriend.
My name is Mack, I am sixty-two years old, and I have never once backed down from a contest in my whole life.
Nobody tells you the worst part of getting out is the quiet.
Bree Parsons got to the dock fifteen minutes early, which was unusual for her, but the bus had been empty and the evening was one of those…
Wren says she is forty-four years old, out loud, on the drive up, because Tobias has asked her twice to stop calling herself "an aging…
The generator had quit again around nine, which meant I was grading forestry exams by propane light, which meant my eyes were bleeding…
Kristen here, forty-three years old, and I clean offices for a living, which means I know exactly how much sugar the average person spills…
My name is Rita, I'm forty-three years old, and I've been carrying a grudge against my ex-husband for five years, which is about as useful…
Kristin saw him before she was ready to.
So it was my birthday, and I spent the morning of it driving a van full of pool chemicals up a gravel road in the middle of nowhere.
The plan was simple, which should have been my first warning.
The dirt road up to the lodge ate my Corolla's suspension the whole way.
Magnus locked the door behind them and stood there a second with his hand still on the bolt.
"You can't park a boat in a snowplow depot," I say.
Carmen's car nearly didn't make the last stretch of gravel road.
I pull my pickup into the gravel lot behind the grandstands and kill the engine.
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