The Night the Siren Sang
The siren went off a little after six on a Tuesday evening, and it was the kind of sound that made your teeth hurt before your brain…
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The siren went off a little after six on a Tuesday evening, and it was the kind of sound that made your teeth hurt before your brain…
The greenhouse smelled like wet soil and orchids.
Trina Bannister had been in Wolverton, Manitoba for three weeks, and she still couldn't get used to the smell of the curling club.
I'd been looking forward to that Friday all week, and I will state that plainly before anything else gets complicated.
The thing about Towner during leave season is that it empties out in a way that feels personal.
The job came in on a Tuesday, which I remember because Tuesdays are when I sit by the phone as a woman waiting on a jury verdict.
I was fifty-two years old and I was packing boxes full of glass eyes on a Saturday afternoon.
I've worked the night audit at the Thornwood Inn for fifteen years.
Edmund Prickett was thirty-eight years old, and he believed in Tuesday.
I kicked the tire.
The voice comes through the wall every Tuesday night.
The invitation said seven o'clock, and I got there at 7:12 because I drove past the house twice.
Okay so this happened six months into my job at Thornwood Lodge, and I still can't tell it without grinning like an idiot.
The warehouse smelled like old velvet and salt, which is what happens when a band stores forty years of stage costumes a hundred yards…
I got to Puncture Fest on Saturday afternoon, two hours late, and I was already in a bad mood about it.
*This one came from thinking about how we perform emotions at work, and what it'd be like if someone could literally see through the act.
I wake up on a futon in my underwear and a borrowed T-shirt, in a room that smells like sawdust and somebody's cheap fabric softener, and…
The merger party ran long, the way these things always do.
I was in the back of Aya's bookstore moving a trunk of old theater costumes because she asked me to, and because that's what friends do.
Ella was thirty-four years old and she had been divorced for two years, and she had learned that the best way to get through the weeks was…
Summit Compass, Margin of Rose, The Sparrow Chapter, The Roan Margin
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Most coworkers stories take 15 to 24 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.