I can’t resist a good garage sale. Or a bad one.
Garage sales, estate sales, open houses.
See this man sleeping in a pose like a corpse in a coffin? This is Lazarus Tax. (No relation to the Biblical Lazarus. Unlike that Lazarus, this one seems unlikely to come back to life.)
She can’t remember much. Why she’s there on the beach, where she was going, where she came from. The answers to those questions were lost to the rising sun, her mind clearing like clouds separating over the open waters of the sea.
He worked hospice for years before moving on. He always wondered if the end of one thing means the beginning of another. Is every entrance an exit and every exit an entrance?
Now, he looks out across the Mediterranean as the last glow of sun disappears…
“All of this could be yours,” says the Investor, whose left hand on rests on my shoulder in a kind of avuncular way.
We’re looking down on the courtyard from the third floor. The slight pressure the Investor’s hand exerts on my shoulder makes me feel just a teeny bit like…
I used to be a stock boy.
People would come into the store, place their orders at the kiosk at the front, and I would bring their items forward, bagged and ready for checkout. They pay and they’re done. Very little human interaction.
“Your life is in danger,” he whispered to me. “We’re about to get acquired. There’s a lot of duplication on the corporate level. Including you.”
We were standing behind the Collaboration Pavillion, which wasn’t in use at the moment. It was typically used during the day…
On the occasion of her 40th birthday, Mary Beth Finley bought a hat that made her invisible.
She didn’t technically buy it. She didn’t go through the normal buying process. She had to steal it. Sort of.
I’m leaving you this message because I know we left things without closure, and now that I’m gone, I feel like it wouldn’t be right not to let you know where I am and how I got here. This is important.
Edward had driven past it probably a hundred times and never really noticed it. Somewhere deep in his mind, he had always known it was there, but it had never really registered. If he were giving directions to someone, he would not have thought to mention Interstate Exit 13-C as a reference point.
