Stories

The Dipstick was the problem when Dani’s fingernail bent back on the latch and she found the oil low. Mastering this simple maintenance task ensures your vehicl...

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...

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'...

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...

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...

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 ...

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 ...

Finding the best little diner in every town they pass through is a challenge because generic chains often hide the authentic spots you crave. You can find the r...

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 ...