“Who is that man in all the pictures, Mama?” “He was your grandfather.” She grips her purse. “My […]
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Mrs. Stouffer fussed around the dessert table with shakers of Christmas glitter-candy, liberally dusting everything in sight with […]
I swore as I walked in that this would be the last time. I’d sworn this before, of […]
He was thin, the black coat so stiff it might have been snipped from tin. Wiry like her […]
By the middle of our second year it was down to us and two other teams. Five continents, […]
I wait at Jack’s for my client, glad he’s late because I can have one or two more […]
I take my coffee out onto the front porch to watch the neighborhood go about its morning. I […]
The blackberries had overgrown Wayne’s entire yard, twining their malevolent thorns between fences and over trees, consuming the […]
He led me blindfolded onto the quay. “I know you bought a boat, Seth.” “Humor me,” he said. […]
Kenny held his reading lamp to his forehead until the last possible minute. He heard her coming down […]