I stood between the melons in the produce section at Lundardi’s, honeydew and watermelon, thinking about the lost daughters of the world.
Shortly before Kenton Pierce discovered the bones — human bones — he flushed thirteen ruffed grouse.
They didn’t have a honeymoon.
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Things were going well with my girlfriend. Surprising, since we were both near forty and had never been married.
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She could barely make him out. He—she was certain the figure was a he—was a fleck, a disturbance on the horizon, and—this was another certainty—he was coming her way.
Jack slowed the orange VDOT truck, lurching to a stop in front of the carcass on the side of Route 603.
Reina was six years old when her father took her up the long winding mountain road to see the dying Giant.
We started with the little things: scraps of junk, things of no import or stuff we could do without.