The Porch Light
The porch light was an old yellow bulb in a cage, swarming with moths. A man stepped out from behind the screen door and stood at the top of the …
The Porch Light Read MoreAuthor: pologo
Ranger
The mailbox said Carthage Rural Route 4, with no name. The gravel road ran between two cornfields gone brown with the autumn, and at the end of it stood a …
Ranger Read MoreThe Blue Dot
At eleven thirty eight, the kitchen was dark except for the small light over the stove. I sat at the table in my robe with the tablet propped against the …
The Blue Dot Read MoreBehind the Shed
The key fit the lock of the back gate on the first try. I stood at the edge of the driveway at number 9 Pecan Street with the key still …
Behind the Shed Read MoreThe Blue Box
The post office in Redmond is a low tan building on Fifth Street. I parked across from it at nine in the morning on Thursday and sat with a thermos …
The Blue Box Read MoreThe Other Mrs. Haskell
The road west of Woodward was red dirt for the last four miles, with a cattle guard and a mailbox shaped like a barn. At the end of it, behind …
The Other Mrs. Haskell Read MoreLocker 47
The brass key was stamped 47. The librarian, a woman named Pauline with silver glasses and a kind round face, took one look at it in my hand and put …
Locker 47 Read MoreTuesday at Six
Hector pulled the cab up to the curb outside the county jail at six fifteen in the morning. It was dark yet, with a pink edge to the east, and …
Tuesday at Six Read MoreThe Dinosaur Boy
The minivan was dark blue, with a dent in the rear door and a sticker from a school that did not exist anymore. It pulled into the strip mall at …
The Dinosaur Boy Read MoreBox 311
The post office in Wells was a low brown building next to a feed store, with a flag out front and a bench where two old men sat arguing about …
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