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Drowning

Fact #1She left him in the car. It was the first time. It’s not the first time the daycare’s called, late, citing some housekeeping dilemma (th...

Útlongsul

None of it is hers. Not the thundering sea. Not the teasing pale light lingering on the horizon. Not the wind in its infinite onslaught upon this scattering of ...

We Knocked Hard

I tried to count the blisters on my feet while you watched from the doorway. At age five, you were a year younger than me, just outside a dirty bathroom in a ho...

The Coldness Between Us

Daughter MotherThe water boiled and I held my face over the pot. The steam stuck to my neck. My pores opened or maybe they were supposed to close. ...

The Cost of Living

i.I just got a Visa bill for $894. I don’t remember spending $894, except on pants, because I have to buy my pants at a specialty store. Pants are something...

The Midweek Trainer

They had been sitting in Kevin’s truck for the last half hour at the turnoff to the Mt. Rose Highway. The heater was on and Kevin was talking on the phone to Na...

A Quiet Man

You should have had a raucous Irish wake, the kind you see in movies. A bottle should have been passed from mourner to mourner, each telling stories about you, ...

Dorothy Millette Postcard

Dorothy Millette, raised in an orphanage, was the common-law wife of 1930’s MGM Executive Paul Bern. They met as acting students and lived together in the late ...

Birdsong

Ava’s mama yanked the wooden backed brush through her hair, whipping it into a tidy bun. No nonsense. Ava combed her fingers through her own short hair. It used...