The Door Panel
I opened the first letter in the trailer office of the scrap yard, with the heater ticking and Mr. Delgado standing at my elbow, and I knew from the first …
The Door Panel Read MoreAuthor: pologo
The Lexus Key
The letter ran two pages in the blue ballpoint of Clyde, and I read it in the little private room at the bank with my reading glasses sliding down my …
The Lexus Key Read MoreThe Baseball Mitt
The man who climbed out of the Buick in my driveway was Walter Prochaska, who had drawn up the papers of Kowalczyk Glass in 1984, with white hair now and …
The Baseball Mitt Read MoreThe Offering Plate
I did not know the name. I read it twice in the office of Pastor Robinson, in the careful hand of my mother, with the air conditioner humming and the …
The Offering Plate Read MoreThe Shoebox Photo
Earl set the photograph on his kitchen table between a jar of pickled okra and his reading glasses. Peggy sat behind the wheel of her blue Buick in a parking …
The Shoebox Photo Read MoreThe Distributor Cap
I stood at the top of the cellar ladder in the dark and watched the lights come up the lane, yellow and red, bouncing over the drifts. Snow blew sideways …
The Distributor Cap Read MoreThe Green Tractor
Hollis was waiting at the door of the dealership on Nashville Pike, in his green cap and his pressed shirt, with a manila envelope held in both hands like a …
The Green Tractor Read MoreThe Heating Vent
The church in the photograph was St. Clement, on the hill above the harbor in Duluth, and every person in my family knew it. We had been baptized there, married …
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The young man holding the baby in the photograph was Lieutenant Eugene Tate, and every person in Florence knew his face. It hung in the vestibule of First Methodist, in …
The Third Pew Read MoreThe Briar Pipe
The voice on the telephone belonged to my Aunt Dorothy. I knew it before she finished her question, and so did every member of my family, because we had heard …
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