Stories

The curl of papers had fanned across his knee - three of them, cream gone yellow, each one a different car. He smoothed the top one flat with his thumb the way ...

He uncapped a blue pen and laid it along the folder's top edge, parallel to nothing in particular. The room filled from the back first, students dropping into s...

The mug sat wedged in the cupholder, lid cracked along the rim where he'd dropped it in the parking garage that Tuesday. He kept meaning to run it through the d...