Stories

Eight rows shrank to two half barrels on a patio, but the hornworm still found her, and the first ripe tomato was eaten over the sink with the salt shaker, standing up.

Forty-one composition books in his draftsman's print, and a small green address book he slid across the card table, his fingers staying on it a moment before he let go.

I pressed the first emitter into the tubing with my thumb and felt it click, that small satisfying click, and laid the line along the pepper plants like I was t...

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...