The 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 …
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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 …
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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 …
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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 …
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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 …
The Woman from Joplin 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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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 …
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The thing in the palm of Isabella was a gold coin. It was small and thick, with a worn eagle on one side and a date, 1888, on the other, …
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The thing in the palm of Liam was a plumb bob, a small, heavy cone of brass on the end of a length of waxed string, scuffed and darkened by …
The Brass Plumb Bob Read MoreThe Silver Star
The thing in the palm of Mason was a medal. It was a bronze star, set within a silver one, hanging from a ribbon of red, white, and blue that …
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