The Baby in the Photo
On our porch stood an elderly woman with a long gray braid over one shoulder, leaning on a cane, in a lavender cardigan and a pair of worn tennis shoes. …
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Man from Stateville
The man on our porch was thin and gray, in a pair of jeans too big for him and a brown jacket that smelled faintly of a laundry that was …
Man from Stateville Read MoreThe Guests at Midnight
The woman at our door held a pie in a foil pan. She was about forty five, in a long red coat dusted with snow, and her tired face broke …
The Guests at Midnight Read MoreThe Sister at the Door
The woman on our porch was Cheryl, the younger sister of Brad. I had not seen her in two years, and the last I had heard, she had moved to …
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The young woman on our porch was the girl from the sidewalk. Red hair in a long braid, freckles across her nose, a green coat, and a worried frown that …
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The woman on our porch was the one from the coffee shop. Long brown hair, a green raincoat, a diaper bag over one shoulder, and in her arms a sleeping …
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The woman on our doorstep was small and white haired, in a faded blue cardigan buttoned wrong, and she leaned on the arm of a heavyset younger woman in a …
The Woman from Dayton Read MoreSoldier at the Door
The young man on our porch stood very straight on two legs. One of them was made of carbon fiber and steel, visible below the cuff of his khakis, and …
Soldier at the Door Read MoreThe Last Nail
The thing that dropped onto the kitchen table was an iron nail. It was hand forged, as long as a finger, black and slightly bent, with a head like a …
The Last Nail Read MoreThe Farm Gate Tag
The thing that slid into the palm of Dylan was a small brass tag, round and thick, with a hole near the top and the words stamped across the face, …
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