I got ninety dollars to run the follow spot at Telfair High's junior-senior prom. That's the only reason I was in the booth of the old railroad depot
The sock under the gas pedal was what got me. A pink sock. Tiny, with a grey dinosaur on the cuff. It had been there three weeks, ever
The envelope on the passenger seat of my Silverado was heavier than it looked. Inside was a bill of sale: Hart's Hardware & Feed, 214 South Main Street,
I was the one who brought them in. Let me start there. The shelter in Asheville has a side door with a buzzer. I stood outside for forty
The number was thirty thousand. Blue ballpoint pen on a folded piece of notebook paper, under a quote from Keeney Heating and Air out of Elkhorn City. New
I’ve worked the front desk at Bayside Pet Spa on Hawthorne for six years. I’ve seen owners weep into their wallets, I’ve seen them tip the groomers in
Trav was through the door at ten to nine on a Thursday, hauling a shepherd cross by a frayed nylon lead. I had just sent Mr. Honeycutt and
I sat in the passenger seat of my mom’s Buick in front of a boarded-up dry cleaner, my dress bunched around my knees, listening to the GPS announce
I should have told my daughter before I paid the three hundred dollars. But I didn’t. The deposit slip from the credit union lay on my kitchen table
The evening I understood the shape of my life, I was sitting in my kitchen in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio, with a glass of flat ginger ale