Howard pushed his shopping cart down the wide, clean aisles of the Havelock’s oversized grocery store. The metal cage rattled in front of him, almost empty. It was only November, but, to the left and right, shelves had already started …
Hap Davis had always been a cowboy. His first memory was riding up front his dad in the saddle on the Whitehorse Ranch. Later he followed along on his own pony over in the Alvord Country, and he’d been riding …
Will squints over the top of the Sunday paper.
He just finished reading aloud a short piece about a recent ‘reveal all’ book in the UK. It was a collection of actual love letters, written by politicians, celebrities and theatre …
It will still take a while. Chickpeas should be boiled for 12-15 whistles, approximately 20-25 minutes on a low gas flame, which gives me enough time to chop the supplementary vegetables like onion, tomatoes and prepare the spices’ paste for …
We mapped this route Generations earlier, and irrespective of origin, the path is the same for everyone. We also dictated a hierarchy: We, the vanguards, would watch the votaries whom the witnesses were told monitored them.
Two of our votaries …
That’s Moira. She’s seventy-two. See how the strong sunlight makes her pure-white hair glow. She’s holding in her lap a straw hat with a plastic daisy in its brim. Her eyes are closed as she tilts her head back and …
After a weekend when Karen didn’t post any fun photos on Facebook, a few friends sent messages wondering what she was up to.
“No hike this weekend?” one friend asked.
“Thought you were going to the concert Saturday night? What …
With a calmness in his voice that is almost soothing, a calmness that collides viciously with the words he is speaking, he tells her that if she want him to stay she will have to get rid of it. And …
Luck’s Run wasn’t a city so much as a refueling stop, a name on a sign on I-79 about halfway between Charleston and Morgantown. The air soured and stank from natural gas wells and corpses of skunks struck by coal …
Last Thursday I got a run in my stockings and told Doctor Mayer about my fascination with Lenora Ashworth. I’d seen her photograph in a newspaper clipping at the reference library downtown and hadn’t stopped thinking about her since. Thin, …