The Feed Tally
The sign on the gate still read Dry Creek Ranch in paint that was peeling, and I had been reading that sign for thirty-three years.
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The sign on the gate still read Dry Creek Ranch in paint that was peeling, and I had been reading that sign for thirty-three years.
The rules were typed up on a napkin.
The tarworks smells like a bad decision that got left out in the sun, and that night it smelled worse than usual, because they'd fired up…
Dear Lamar, I am sixty-two years old and I am writing you a letter because if I had to say this out loud I would rather be swallowed by…
Henrietta here, twenty-three, and I should say up front that this whole thing started because of a rock.
The taxi dropped Cody Lopez at the end of the red dirt road because the driver refused to go any further.
Okay so here's how our twelve-hour layover in the middle of Icelandic nowhere started: me complaining.
Brock Araragi, forty-two years old and a data analyst by trade, stood on his rooftop garden with a glass of cheap pinot and a grudge.
The bridge had been a joke for years, and then it wasn't.
It's eleven forty on a Thursday and I'm alone in the demo kitchen at the academy, breaking down my station for the second time because I…
The county sent me out to the records office in March, right when the roads were still half mud and the furnace in the old building was…
Erika had a rule about herself, and the rule was this: she was never surprised.
The parking lot of St.
The bus dropped me at the top of the cliff road at ten in the morning, and I have to tell you, my first thought was that Bette's…
It was a Friday night at The Gilded Fork and we were slammed.
The rain had been coming down since Dayton, and by the time the van rolled into Lark County the fair's lights had gone soft and smeared…
The fair smells like fried dough and manure, which is about right for Silver Creek.
I closed the shop at six like I always did, which meant I swept the stems off the floor, flipped the sign, and stood in the doorway for a…
The greenhouse smelled like wet soil and orchids.
The rental car rattled up the gravel drive and Olivia Watkins leaned toward the windshield to read the hand-painted sign.
The Breeze Draft, Thread of Tawny, Harbor Season, The Winter Paradox
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