The Confocal Compromise
Ambrose checks the hygrometer for the fourth time in ten minutes.
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Ambrose checks the hygrometer for the fourth time in ten minutes.
I wiped the dust off the champagne tap with my sleeve.
The night shift at the Nelson veterinary clinic is mostly me and a radio turned down low, walking the ward at two in the morning to check…
My name is Gerald, I am fifty-four years old, and until eight months ago I lived a life of quiet dignity in a suburb where the only thing…
Thelma had been compiling tide tables at the coastal post office for six years, thirty-two years old and unmarried and mostly content, and…
The barge sat low in the water at the mooring outside Villeneuve-sur-Seine, and Marshall Sanford stood on the plank ramp with a clipboard…
Silas Rogers was forty-four years old and he was crouched behind a vending machine in a half-empty airport terminal in the middle of…
The dry spell had hit three months.
The cracked bird feeder has been sitting on my porch rail for six months now and I still haven't thrown it away.
Kelly Sander was forty-three years old, a veterinarian, and by nine that night she had already apologized to her GPS twice for calling it…
Isabelle Fulton had been a nurse for twenty-nine years, and she could count on one hand the number of times she had voluntarily gotten up…
I want to start by saying I'm twenty-eight years old, I've been married for five years, and I spend my weekdays telling other couples how…
I been a janitor for eleven years and I never once thought the job would follow me home like this.
Debra figured the market would be dead on a Thursday, so she left her van in the gravel lot behind the grange hall and gave herself twenty…
I'm Douglas Sanders, thirty-seven years old, and I plan events for a living.
The letter came on a Tuesday, which felt like a joke because nothing good has ever come to me on a Tuesday.
He'd been thinking about the anniversary for three weeks straight.
The bus stopped and the driver said, "Terminal Four," and Carson and I just sat there like idiots because that was not our terminal.
The shop smells like old paper and dust.
I parked the Mustang across the street and killed the engine.
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