Stories

He had a thermos the color of old mustard wedged under one arm, and he set it on the Civic's roof while he worked the bungee cord over the cooler lid, hooking i...

Hosting the whole family for the holidays again felt like a heavy burden as Donna stared at her cramped list of fourteen names. You can reduce your holiday stre...

The chrome had gone brass at the center, rubbed down to something warmer by fifty-three years of hands. Gerald set the wrench against the mounting bracket and l...

Dennis's hand was already on the handle before he checked his watch, which read 7:08, which was the same as yesterday. The newspaper under his arm still had its...

Renata's neighbor, Carl, had a tomato problem the way some people have a religion. He kept a mason jar of last year's dried seeds on his windowsill, labeled in ...

The legal pad had columns with names at the top, written in Renata's good pen before the highlighter gave out. Her mother's column. Her mother-in-law's column. ...

The shuttle board said 6:20 but the bay was empty except for a pigeon picking at a heel of bread near the curb. Gerald unfolded the laminate again, crease by cr...

I circled the coffee-shop charge the first time with a red pen, lightly, the way I used to mark math homework I wasn't sure about. Then I circled it again. Then...

Gerald's retirement card from Hendricks Pipe and Fitting sat on the mantel for a month before he turned it face-down. It had forty-one signatures and a