The Shop Radio
“I am in the parking lot at the bowling alley, Shell,” Kevin answered, as warm and slow as syrup. “I was feeling restless. I keep a little camera in the …
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The Brass Compass
“Sara, check your pack,” I whispered again, and my daughter was already unbuckling the top flap with fingers stiff from the cold. Under the lining, wedged between her water bottle …
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“I am sitting at the curb, Carol,” Gary answered, and through the little attic window I watched the white work truck, with the engine running and the exhaust curling up …
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“I am in the kitchen, Kris, making coffee,” Jim answered, and I heard a cupboard door close behind his words, and the clink of a spoon against a mug. “You …
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“I am on the bridge, Pat,” Tom answered, and I saw the window of the black car roll all the way down, and his arm come out, and his hand …
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“I am not in Omaha, Amy,” Brian answered, and the heavy gym door at the far end of the field house swung shut behind him with a boom. He stood …
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“I am in the van, Tess,” Steve answered, and his voice came through the telephone as soft as a hand on a shoulder. “I was driving by to drop off …
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“Mom,” Emily finished, and she pushed the dock lease across the kitchen table. “Grandma, the boat is not named after you. Look at the name on the stern in the …
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“Mine,” Darren finished, and he laid the small metal change box on my kitchen table with a clank that rang through the quiet house. “Mrs. Watkins, the IOUs in the …
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“Thanksgiving,” Mom finished, and her thin voice carried across the kitchen like a stone dropped into a well. “Jolene, the man with the clipboard said the house would be yours …
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