The Sound of Her Stare
*This one came from a long Sunday afternoon with nothing but dust motes in the light.
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*This one came from a long Sunday afternoon with nothing but dust motes in the light.
I wake up slow, the way you only do when you slept really well, and for a second I don't know where I am.
My name is Janelle Hall, I am sixty-two years old, and I have been married to Kenneth for thirty-eight years.
Jerome found the turnoff for the old studio lot at dusk, exactly like the directions said, which surprised him because half the roads…
Tuesday nights at The Rusty Tap are slow, and I like it that way.
The Crooked Moose was emptying out around eleven.
I'm Sydney, thirty-two, and I've been a veterinarian for six years, which is long enough to know when somebody's stealing your work and…
The bus to Copper Hill runs twice a day from the county seat, and I was on the afternoon one, which meant I got to sit behind a farmer who…
My name is Mallory Bronson, I am sixty-two years old, and last Tuesday I threw up in a mop bucket at work.
I'm twenty-eight years old, I have a doctorate in anthropology, and last Saturday I spent seven hours hiding behind a lifeboat on a ferry…
The flyer said the language exchange met Thursdays at the Railway Museum.
Ezra Chalmers was thirty-two years old, and he had never once done anything interesting on a Thursday...
The email came on a Tuesday and it had the word "synergy" in the first sentence, which is never a good sign.
The skiff bumped against the dock and I grabbed the piling before I went in the water, which would have been a fine way to end fifty-four…
The drive to Oakhaven took four hours, and I spent most of them watching Dwayne's hands on the wheel.
I was on my knees in the fire hall kitchen, scrubbing the floor under the stove, when Vincent started his drill in the main bay.
Val took the house-sitting job out of spite.
The ferry dock at Broadhaven still had its old-world bones sticking up out of the water, and every time I came down here with a cart of…
I was twenty-nine that September, and Derrick was thirty-one, and we had been dating for two years by the time the Hoptimist's Diner…
I haven't seen Jasper Webster in ten years, which is a thing I keep having to re-say to myself while the ferry bumps toward Frøya.
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