The Water Tank Waltz
The power went out at 7:40 on a Thursday evening in August.
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The power went out at 7:40 on a Thursday evening in August.
Britney Robbins was forty-four years old and had been a hairdresser for twenty-two years, and in all that time she had learned that when a…
I do a lot of house calls on Sundays.
The merger party ran long, the way these things always do.
Gideon here.
The ladder up the crane leg was the worst thing I had climbed in years, and I climb things for a living, sort of.
The heat was stupid that afternoon.
I woke up at 7:14 on the rusty patio sofa in Mollie's garage with a bathrobe draped over me and no memory of getting there, which is a bad…
I'm standing at my grill on a Saturday in June, fifty-two years old, spatula in one hand, beer in the other, watching a moving truck eat…
It started two years ago, at my grandfather's grave, and I've never told a living soul how petty I actually am.
The garage needed cleaning the way most things in my life needed cleaning, it didn't, really, but Deb had put it on the calendar and I had…
The ferry to Pulau Biawak left from a dock that was mostly a plank and a guy named Sudar who collected money with one hand and smoked with…
"You're telling me you spent six weeks with a bunch of retired dentists and you didn't even hit the beach?"
The drive to Oakhaven took four hours, and I spent most of them watching Dwayne's hands on the wheel.
Magda has been my best friend for fifteen years, which is longer than I've kept any plant alive, and I've killed a lot of plants.
I was forty-four years old and wiping down pool filters on a Friday night.
I'm 34 years old and I spend my weekends driving around a cul-de-sac taking notes on people's hedges.
Penelope found the paper on a Tuesday afternoon in June, the second to last week of school.
*This one's for the slow burns that start with an argument and end with a grin.
Ian watched the weather balloon climb over the chain-link fence while Pierre stalled the sedan for the third time that morning.
Solstice Transit, Meridian Ticket, Opal Prose, Garnet Sonnet
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Most suburb stories take 14 to 23 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.