The Bait Shop I Would Not Sell
Chapter 1 Glen Dermott came into my shop on a Tuesday in May, laid a folded paper on the counter next to the minnow tank,… Read more
Chapter 1 Glen Dermott came into my shop on a Tuesday in May, laid a folded paper on the counter next to the minnow tank,… Read more
Chapter 1 Nine days after I buried my husband of forty-one years, I drove into town for chicken feed and found a sale bill tacked… Read more
The knock came at ten minutes past two on a Saturday in October, and I almost did not answer it. I was standing on a… Read more
The first Sunday of December, I unlocked the doors of Zion Lutheran at eight o’clock, and the parking lot was white. Nine inches had come… Read more
The night nurse came into my father’s room at ten past seven on a Tuesday evening in October, and the first thing she did was… Read more
It was two in the morning, the second Thursday of January, when my husband said my name into the dark. “Lo.” I had been lying… Read more