fiction

Travel & Lifestyle
The Long Way Back
Daniel had printed the route at 2 p. m. , between the third and fourth meetings, on the office printer that always left a faint gray smear down the left margin....

Stories
The Onion He Finally Had Time to Dice
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

Stories
The Body Keeps Its Own Hours
He filled it to the line he'd scratched with a key, not the one printed on the plastic. The scratch was lower. His shoulder had told him about the printed line ...

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What the Sunday Drive to Nowhere Takes From You Before It Gives Back
The Cutlass had a pine tree air freshener that had stopped smelling like pine sometime during the previous administration, just a gray cardboard triangle swingi...

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The Distance Between Sunday and Sunday
The legal pad already had three crossed-out questions at the top, scratched through so hard the pen had scored the paper. She'd written do you miss me and

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The Walk That Was Already There
He knotted the left lace twice, the extra loop something he'd started doing after the sole caught on a storm drain and nearly put him face-down on Clement Stree...

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The Weekend With Nothing on It
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 ...

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The Window Seat
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 ...

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The Walk You Take Just to Clear Your Head
The screen door had a habit of banging and he held the handle the whole way out, feeling the spring resist him, and then eased it shut like he was closing a bed...

