Wrench and Release
I have been a museum curator for six years now, and in that time I have learned that the worst days always start with a phone call from a…
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I have been a museum curator for six years now, and in that time I have learned that the worst days always start with a phone call from a…
The galley smells like burnt rehydrated coffee and someone else's feet.
The museum annex sits on top of a rock spire like a hat somebody left on a fencepost.
The risotto was supposed to be for a client consultation on Thursday, but I had made too much stock and the arborio was sitting there on…
My name is Collin Parson, I'm twenty-eight, and I've been lifeguarding at the Merritt Falls municipal pool for six summers now.
*This one came from wanting to write something tender and slow, about two adults who meet online and actually click.
The Driftwood sat at the end of a lane that smelled like diesel and salt.
So here's how my day was supposed to go.
I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of red wine and no good reason for drinking it.
I am fifty-two years old and I let a forty-five year old woman talk me into emailing a total stranger.
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…
My flight was delayed six hours at 3:40 on a Thursday and I found out my ex works Terminal C.
The ration ledgers had their own smell, Kerry thought, and after eight years of working the registration tent she had stopped noticing it.
The board did that thing where it flickered, and then our flight number just wasn't there anymore.
The cable car jerked to a stop so hard I bit my tongue.
The rental office in Fairfield Hollow was supposed to be open until six.
Kristina pulled her Honda onto the gravel lot at eleven sharp.
My cousin Debbie got married on a Saturday in June, at a restored farmhouse out past the county line.
I'm forty-four years old, newly divorced, and I was standing in the parking lot of the Snowy River Curling Club arguing with a laminated…
So here's how it starts, or how I remember it starting anyway, because honestly some of that weekend has gone soft in my head and other…
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