The Peanut Brittle
I turned the last page face up on the dessert table, beside the pound cake, and read it aloud to the fellowship hall in the same steady voice that leads …
The Peanut Brittle Read MoreAuthor: pologo
The Brunch Table
I turned the last page over and let it lie on the white tablecloth beside the pastries, where everyone at the long table could see it. It was an order …
The Brunch Table Read MoreThe Tackle Box
I turned the last page over and pushed it across the white tablecloth, past the cake, toward my daughter. It was two sheets stapled together, yellowed and soft, in the …
The Tackle Box Read MoreThe Tool Chest
I took the last page out from against my chest and laid it on the picnic table in the glow of the fireworks. It was a letter from a man …
The Tool Chest Read MoreThe Rhubarb Pie
I left the last page face down and said nothing, because Tomás had already said it for me. “Gus did it before he passed, Mrs. Halvorsen,” he repeated, and he …
The Rhubarb Pie Read MoreThe Cookie Tins
…and she was humming along to a radio carol as though it were the happiest afternoon of her life. Her fingers, red and swollen, struggled with a pair of kitchen …
The Cookie Tins Read MoreThe Barbed Wire
…so deep in the work that he did not hear me coming. He had a wire stretcher in one hand and a pair of dull pliers in the other, and …
The Barbed Wire Read MoreThe Dressing Pan
…with a wooden spoon in one hand and an oven mitt on the other, stirring a pot of gravy while a second pot boiled over behind her. Four turkeys sat …
The Dressing Pan Read MoreThe Piping Bag
…piping a rose with a hand that trembled, but the rose was perfect. It was a pale peach bloom, as thin and delicate as a petal, and when he lifted …
The Piping Bag Read MoreThe Crab Pot
…hauling up another wire trap with his bare hands, his shirt plastered to his chest and his white hair dripping under a cap that had once been red. Through the …
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