Worship at the Fair
I didn't sleep well Friday night, and I'll tell you why.
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I didn't sleep well Friday night, and I'll tell you why.
The cottage sat at the far edge of the Harrison County fairgrounds, tucked behind the horse barns like something the fair had forgotten.
Carly Stevens had been retired for exactly three months, and she had already run out of things to do.
I was wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my wrist for maybe the hundredth time that afternoon.
Lila pulled her van into the dusty lot at the edge of the market and sat there for a minute with both hands on the wheel.
Lindy showed up at the fairgrounds at ten in the morning, still in her patrol jacket even though she was off duty.
Beverly Freeman is sixty-two years old, and she has been rehearsing this moment for thirty-five years, which is a long time to rehearse…
The jar was sitting on my porch step the first Saturday of October, right in the middle of the mat, like it had been delivered by a very…
Tess had lived in Ludlow for exactly ten days, and she was still counting the days like a prisoner marks a wall.
I want to start by explaining how I ended up buying a pretzel I didn't even want, because that's basically where this whole thing begins.
The tent did almost nothing against the afternoon heat, and by two o'clock I could feel the sun coming straight through the canvas and…
They gave me six weeks to catalog a dead house and told me it would be quiet work.
I still don't know how Hailey talked me into this, and I was there for the whole conversation, which makes it worse somehow.
Lizzy was thirty-two and she'd been in town exactly eleven days.
I hate losing.
The parking lot at Willow Creek Farmers Market was already half full by seven in the morning, and I was already sweating through my blouse…
My name is Kathleen, I am fifty-two years old, and I want to tell you about the stupidest experiment I ever agreed to with a man I wasn't…
Barney mopped the archive floor on a Tuesday.
The fair again.
I turned off the county road at seven in the morning with my truck windows down and the fair already waking up around me, and I thought…
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