Tag: fiction

Who Left the Dishes in the Sink?

I have no idea who left the dishes in the sink in yesterday’s episode of A Story of Winter. This doesn’t mean I’m stuck. It just means that I try not to get ahead of myself. That’s a lie. The truth is I don’t… Continue Reading “Who Left the Dishes in the Sink?”

A Story of Winter: Part 1

She was an idiot for coming. Carol knew that much. The snow, the drifts, the ferocious wind coming off Lake Superior, combined they could kill. She knew that after twenty-five years owning a place on the lake, but she decided she didn’t care. After… Continue Reading “A Story of Winter: Part 1”

The 12th Street Bridge: A Story of the Spring that Comes after Winter

Jo Should she take sheets? Eleanor holds the blue flowered set. No, who uses sheets when they’re sleeping in their car? She puts the sheets back and pulls out the heaviest quilt. It’s May and still chilly at night. She stops halfway down the… Continue Reading “The 12th Street Bridge: A Story of the Spring that Comes after Winter”

Deaf Stair

I think I heard that. What was it? The dogs are barking. Is it outside? Is there a cat outside? One of those coyotes? Is it in the house? Is somebody in the house? They’re barking at the bedroom door. Why aren’t they barking… Continue Reading “Deaf Stair”

Home Alone

He didn’t know what to make of it. Hearing the hammering outside, knowing now that the last window was boarded up. It had been the secret little doorway to his new home. And now he was stuck. There would be no getting out without… Continue Reading “Home Alone”

6:18

“Don’t drop me at the corner. Go up two blocks and turn right. I wanna show you something,” he said, picking up the Chicken Nuggets box and the plastic barbecue sauce packets, sucking the last life out of his giant soda and cramming it all into… Continue Reading “6:18”

6:11

The car still smelled like french fries from the last time. She cracked the window and looked at her phone shining like a camping flashlight on her lap. She scrolled through Facebook and her email, looking up every few seconds to check the mirrors,… Continue Reading “6:11”

Say Goodbye

“You can’t come back here.” She stopped him on the road where he was creeping along in his old blue truck, and told him to roll down his window so he would hear exactly what she was saying. “You’re not welcome here. You need… Continue Reading “Say Goodbye”

Punched

What was it the guy in the adoption workshop said? When all else fails, order a pizza? Cute. Who was he dealing with? Five year olds? Jennifer folded up the dish towel and put it on the stack on the counter next to the… Continue Reading “Punched”

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