A stone sleeps a long time. Under butternut shade her toes work the cobble streambed, and one of us says, A…
The house did not belong where Jim and Murray found it. Any house would have surprised them. They didn’t remember a house…
It ended up Steve got his mother’s car and we drove up 9N and parked near the Million Dollar Beach. We played a round of miniature golf…
The year she studied in Paris she lived with Emily in an apartment with a view of the Boulevard Saint-Michel. At Christmas…
He looked through the close branches to the bleak little island lying on the lake like someone’s mother practicing the…
You know the one. The house that sits on the edge of the woods. On the bend, just after Cove’s. She takes it every summer. Well…
No one jumps off the Peterborough Bridge. When Lance Dunfries goes he will be the first. Lance Dunfries will be the…
Mr. Tonner and Miss Price live in the end house on Stone Street. It is the last of the original buildings along the now-dry…
Across the tops of the chicory blossoms I saw the boy. I hadn’t heard him bringing the sheep over the dune to graze on the…
Debby used to say those were very good years. What she says about them now, I wouldn’t know. I called her father in August…
