Stories

Derek had printed five hundred cards in January, rounded corners, soft matte finish, his name in a font called Garamond Pro that the website said projected conf...

Ray Kowalski measured the forty feet between his driveway and the garage wall for years without thinking about it. Then one fall changed what that distance meant, and what it takes to cross it.

She laid out three shirts for a two-night trip, then added a fourth because the third one made her look tired. The heating pad went in next - the old buckwheat ...

The cursor blinked three times before she pressed enter. The chat box filled with a numbered list - clean, sans-serif, confident - and she held her reading glas...

The shrink-wrap caught on the gate latch and tore a long diagonal strip that dragged on the concrete the whole way through. I got one end of the sectional to th...

He'd started keeping the legal pad in the freezer bag after he spilled the coffee on the third one that month. The tabs - forty-three of them, he'd counted twic...

The Slack notification was from Derek and said *per my last email* and she typed *got it* without opening the thread. The search bar still had the cursor blinki...

Planting a tree you may never sit under is a difficult struggle with our human desire for immediate rewards. You will discover how to embrace generational think...

I lifted the first plate out of its tissue the way I used to lift baby birds that had fallen into the yard - both hands, barely breathing. The paper had gone th...