The Cap At The Counter
A man in a VFW cap eats breakfast alone at my counter every morning at six, and last week I found out he comes in… Read more
The Memorial Fund My Niece Emptied
The flyer was taped to the glass door of the Co-op, right at eye level, where nobody could miss it. I saw it on a… Read more
The Porch Wood The Contractor Took
The space behind the barn was empty, and I knew before I was all the way to it what empty meant. I had walked out… Read more
The Hours The Aide Never Worked
My name is Joan. I am sixty-one years old, and for the last two years I have been the one who drives out to the… Read more
The Game Day I Towed Them All
The first thing I saw that Saturday was a man I had never met standing in my iris bed, drinking a beer, at nine in… Read more
The Three Lines He Added Without Asking
The bill came on a Tuesday, in the same plain envelope it always came in, and I almost set it on the counter unopened the… Read more
