The smell of damp oak leaves in the driveway had followed me inside, clinging to my wool coat before I…
The smell of damp oak leaves in the driveway had followed me inside, clinging to my wool coat before I…
Robert Finch set the gray folder on my desk at precisely nine in the morning. A tiny smudge of black…
The blue light of the phone screen illuminated the cold congealing oatmeal on Ivy’s spoon. The email from her father…
The smell of Quasi’s sandalwood cologne always lingered in the air long after he walked away, but tonight it seemed…
The black electrical tape did not even hold until the toast was cold. I pressed my thumb against the rubber…
The eighteen-dollar silver-plated coffee pot was missing its lid handle, and the stack of mail on the kitchen counter had…
The metal thermos clinked against the yellow laminate counter as I pressed the plastic lid down. Emma sat at the…
The heavy humidity of late July in Oak Creek, Ohio, already hung in the kitchen before the coffee was finished.…
Arthur did not knock before he dropped the white sheet of paper directly over my open invoice book. The paper…
Owen kicked the back of my seat for the fourth time in three miles, his small sneakers hitting the worn…