Fiction

Thu, May 2, 2013, 3:05am
After Tom’s funeral, there is a small gathering at his wife Lisa’s house. She made potato salad and a honey baked ham, and she wants everyone to grieve together. When they are all settled in her living room, Lisa puts on one of Tom’s tapes and his voice fills the house.
Wed, Apr 17, 2013, 11:46pm
“I feel rotten,” said Lenny as he slumped into his usual chair by the window. He had dragged his messenger bag into the kitchen instead of leaving it in the foyer. It left a faint streak across the white tiles.
Thu, Apr 4, 2013, 12:05am
My sharpest memory of elementary school is a portrait of Anne Morrow Lindbergh at the end of the third grade hallway. It’s strange to think she didn’t know about the baby then, but when I used to walk by it, neither did I.
Thu, Feb 21, 2013, 12:40am
Note: On March 28th, 1941, Virginia Woolf committed suicide by drowning herself in the River Ouse, at Rodwell, near Lewes, where she and her husband, Leonard Woolf, shared a residence in the English countryside.
Thu, Feb 7, 2013, 1:58am
The highway was different than Linnie remembered, widened and resurfaced, the northbound and southbound lanes split by a neatly mowed drainage ditch.

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