The Loft

The Loft

Evan Merrill walked to the opening at the far end of the barn loft and told his sister to get ready to take her clothes off. His shirt was damp and he could hear yellow jackets swarming in the corner. Mary stood quietly off to the side, the outline of her training bra...
The Morning

The Morning

We both had the morning off. We spent it walking down brick roads until we reached the farmer’s market. When we got there, something happened to me that usually only happens at crowded stores—or maybe uncrowded stores—and the local humane society. I went through the...
Do Us Part

Do Us Part

I’ve been wanting to ask you, Do you remember what I said at your wedding? Once you’d exchanged vows by banjo and your parents cried through their speeches; after Hava Nagila, when you and your bride flew on chairs. Later, when I’d blistered my feet dancing in heels,...
Photons

Photons

Reeve is an artist. He’s sketching his wife Ellen, how she might look in thirty years. He is adding depth to her expression—her eyes pushed back by what she’s seen and felt, her bones more prominent. He uses the charcoal pencil to shade the shadows of her face. He...
Road Crew

Road Crew

It was the summer after I quit minor-league ball. (“Quit” is a relative term. My arm was not up to the task.) Working on the county road crew, driving around in the same orange truck all day with the windows rolled down. Every day was incredibly hot. We filled in...
How to Be a Hero

How to Be a Hero

I. Office Politics Don’t linger on the fact that you recognize him from accounts receivable, or that he holds what appears to be a semi-automatic gun. Instead, act at once. Shout for others to run. Keep shouting even after he points the weapon in your direction....
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