Boots and a Tent
The ferry left Dover at five in the morning, and I was on the deck for it because I figured if I was going to have a nervous breakdown…
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The ferry left Dover at five in the morning, and I was on the deck for it because I figured if I was going to have a nervous breakdown…
Moe here.
Leigh had been a brewer for eleven years, and in that time he had learned that reliability was a compliment people gave you before they…
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday, which I remember because Tuesdays are dead at the salon and I had time to stand at the window and…
Christina Porter had photographed a lot of strange assignments in her thirty-eight years behind a camera, but she was pretty sure this was…
I want to tell you about the strangest Saturday of my life, but you have to know I'm thirty-four years old and I still make bad decisions…
Moira Tomlinson stood at the entrance of the old bus depot and asked herself, for the third time, what exactly she thought she was doing.
**Letter One** Dear Calvin, I'm writing this from the hotel lobby in Lamentin, which has the kind of furniture that pretends to be antique…
I woke up on the floor of an engine room, which is not a sentence I ever expected to type, let alone live.
The mud was everywhere.
Pauline had been driving the dirt road for twenty minutes before she saw the lake, and when it finally appeared through the trees, silver…
The streetlight outside Greenwood Taxidermy had been flickering since before I got the job, and it was still flickering the night I drove…
The storm hit the law firm around four in the afternoon, right when I was halfway through the conference room carpet with the extractor…
Every wedding I've ever been to, I end up feeling like the furniture.
The gate was the same one he remembered, which was strange, because Derrick had spent seven years telling himself he remembered nothing…
The reunion was held in a barn outside the village, a big stone thing the hosts had rented for the weekend.
Okay so, the Mustard Festival in Urnäsch.
Gail had been in Caherdaniel for fourteen months by then, and most of that time she had spent telling herself that starting over at…
The fairgrounds came into view right around the bend where Highway 12 dips past the water tower, and I felt my shoulders drop about two…
The mic squealed when I set it back in the stand.