I remember summers of paper cartons.
Two of them could hold enough apples to make a pie, but sometimes the peaches came…
Spring left behind a docile rain. Umbrellas cut through it, fewer than when the rain poured torrential; it refreshed more than it soaked…
It was a night wedged between blizzards — the streets were clear, but more was on the way. Half a foot or more. Don Maclellan on…
His nose was bleeding. Looked like it had been for a while. There was blood all over his hands and shirt and his teeth were pink with it when he…
Since the days when he learned to walk and talk, Henry wanted to fly. Fuselages and wings were magnetic to his young eyes. Desire grew out of…
Emily resumed her walks in the park when the dog bites healed. She took her faux leather sandals along the shaded paths for the first…
On a craggy island in the Mediterranean with shaggy grass and poor soil there was a tree that defied odds. Rooted in soil too…
Did I ever tell you that I used to know these two alcoholics that lived in Redding? Back when I was doing temp jobs in California. These two guys…
The man who had taken up unwelcome residence at my booth was arranged sloppily, one arm thrown over the back of the seat. His necktie lapped at the…
It was Saturday afternoon and Shay was still at the breakfast table when she heard something scratching at the back door. She…
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