Stories
The Thing She Fed Every Morning
The jar sat on the counter next to the dish soap while Nora read the Post-it three times. She opened the cheesecloth and smelled something between vinegar and o...
Stories
The Glovebox
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 ...
Stories
The Long Way
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...
