The Unburned Helmet
I flew to Tulsa on the first Tuesday of December with a carry on bag and a heart that would not slow down. My half brother met me at the …
The Unburned Helmet Read MoreAuthor: pologo
Night Owl Nineteen
I reached behind the seat of my father with a hand that did not feel like mine. My fingers closed around a cold metal can, an old coffee tin, the …
Night Owl Nineteen Read MoreThe Maker Mark
I looked at the mark under my loupe for a long time. It was a tiny stamp, three letters in a rectangle, pressed into the inside of the band by …
The Maker Mark Read MoreNumbers at the Bottom
I did not open the envelope at the wake. I could not. I held it in both hands for nearly an hour while people shook my hand and kissed my …
Numbers at the Bottom Read MoreThe Second Footprints
Hunter did not answer. He stood in the doorway of my small kitchen with his quarter zip pulled up to his chin, and his face had gone the color of …
The Second Footprints Read MoreTaps for Robert
Dale Whitfield did not say the name of the lieutenant out loud in the church. He did not have to. He lifted his cane an inch and pointed it, at …
Taps for Robert Read MoreThe Duval Invitation
I asked Special Agent Booker to come into the back of my shop and sit down, and I put the kettle on the hot plate. My hands were steady, I …
The Duval Invitation Read MoreRoom Three Eighteen
I sat in the family room of the funeral home with my hands in my lap and listened to Eric Novak finish telling me what my father had done. It …
Room Three Eighteen Read MoreHattie Mae Cobbler
Charles Whitley asked if we could sit down, and Chloe ran inside the hospital cafeteria across the street to bring him a chair. He sat in the shade of my …
Hattie Mae Cobbler Read MoreThe First Saturday
I sat in the hall of the church with Opal Hendricks until the coffee was cold and the lights in the sanctuary had been switched off one by one, and …
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