The Bus That Was Never Full
The envelope was still in my left hand when she said it. Sixty-five dollars, in fives and tens, mostly from the weekend tip jar at… Read more
The envelope was still in my left hand when she said it. Sixty-five dollars, in fives and tens, mostly from the weekend tip jar at… Read more
The notice was taped to my storm door with blue painter’s tape, the kind that peels the paint when you pull it down. I pulled… Read more
The developer smiled at me across a fence wire with brown water standing up to my boot tops, and he said I would sell soon… Read more
The reception is better by the dumpster, so that is where I stood when I found out what my mother’s funeral lunch was worth to… Read more
The phone rang at 1:40 in the morning, and I knew before I picked it up that it was Rosalind, because nobody else in my… Read more
Gail Ruhl called at 8:15 on a Tuesday night, and I answered with a dish towel in one hand and a roasting pan in the… Read more