Stories
The Dipstick
Roy rested two fingers on her wrist while she drew the dipstick out, and the blue shop rag, washed and folded in its same crease, rode east under the seat.
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The Weight He Put Back on the Shelf
He reached for the 35, the way he always reached for the 35, and then his hand stopped about two inches short and just hung there in the cold air of the rack. T...
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The Half-Empty Pot
The pot holds twelve quarts. She knows this because the handle says so, stamped into the steel in letters that have gone grey from dishwasher cycles she couldn'...
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The Room You Stopped Sitting In
The sofa was a Restoration Hardware, the color called Dune, chosen during a phase when she believed people would come over on Saturdays. The cushions still held...
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What nobody finished saying: The afternoon we sat down and talked about our wishes
Gus set the mug down without looking at where it landed, and some coffee sloshed onto the Formica and he left it. The legal pad had one line on it: Renata's nam...
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The Weekend With Nothing on It
The lake was already dark at the edges when she set the duffel on the porch boards. She unzipped the front pocket and read her sister's note again, then folded ...
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The Window Seat
The seats were still cold from the night cleaning. Delia pressed her palm flat against the glass and left a print. She set the thermos between her boots on the ...
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Finding the Best Diner in Every Town You Pass Through: Ray's Menu Lesson
Ray reads the laminate before the menu and turns the hot sauce bottle over, and the good places arrive penciled on the backs of damp church flyers.
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The Things That Can't Explain Themselves
Aunt Vera set the sugar bowl down, picked it up, set it down again. The dent on the left side caught the kitchen light the same way every time. She pressed her ...
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What I learned from letting one corner of the yard go wild for the bees
Twelve square feet of clover behind an orange stake marked WILD, a wasp nest the size of a playing card, and Roy at the chain link, quietly revising something.
