The packed SUV sped down the road. It was midday. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day. She should have been zooming toward him. Instead, she watched each matchstick tree pass, becoming…
They were in such a rush. The baby was crying, the little boy lost his shoe, and the mashed potatoes were getting cold. The husband grabbed all the presents…
He brought the flowers every year. The year she undercooked the turkey. The year her novel was published. The year the bathroom flooded. The year her father was no longer…
Life is a road. It’s straight sometimes, but then it curves. It might straighten out again or it might curve some more. But eventually a left will turn into a…
People flooded her sightline. That pesky moon just wouldn’t move. It was ruining the picture. Just when she thought she’d gotten the perfect picture, another tourist yapping in some foreign…
The Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. Versailles. Notre Dame. The Seine. It was all so beautiful. She sat at a brasserie on Rue Cler–a street down which her beloved Hemingway strolled–sipping…
Monday. It all starts so hopeful. Dreams of organization, daily trips to the gym, a Marine-like adherence to healthy eating. All things are possible. Life is a full refrigerator on…
The glassy lake sparkled that day. She could hardly tell the difference between trees reaching toward sky and those sinking into the deep blue waters. Up or down, real or…
Her employer received a windfall of money, yet they don’t want to give her a decent raise. She’s expected to work at home and through lunch, but where is…
On Friday nights, it’s the place for my empty pizza box and Sunday mornings, for the coffee grounds. But yesterday it was the place someone took himself to die. Like…
It had been twenty years since she left. She looked out at the buildings, those like any other city’s downtown. But she saw trips to the stadium and block parties…