Doline looked out her main street cafe window as far to the left and to the right as she could; then she looked at her watch. “Forty-two minutes late,” she called back to the kitchen where Francis was stirring a huge pot of her famous okra chowder. The kind that is so full of in season vegetables
Every morning, Gary called his parents back in Albany. It was the least he could do. The phone rang several times, and then there was silence, followed by a loud clacking noise, piercing feedback, a dull thud, and finally, his mother’s voice.
“Hello? Who is it?”
When I was in the third grade, Lidia Pinkly took me inside her parents’ closet and told me a horrifying story about The Pigman—who feasted on human flesh—and she swore it was true. I could handle just about anything as long as it wasn’t true. But this
We showed each other pictures of our kids. The girl is my favorite, you said, I can’t help it. It’s true.
Before we were almost lovers we talked about where we were from. We found the six degrees that separated us
This is your plot. I’m sure you’ll like this one. It’s in the back corner next to the fence, but it’s accessible. I realize it’s farther than the other ones. It’s not right next to the highway. But don’t worry. Your family won’t have to walk to see you. This is America. We got drive-thrus. See? See the paved road that snakes its way up the hill? Your family (or friends, if you have them) can pull right up
“Well, go get Father Domengeaux.” The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes wide. Alcee tapped his foot on the porch, “Well
She was eighteen years old when the Elms became her own. The house was given to her by her father after the wedding that took place on the hottest Sunday of 1943 in the Florien Baptist church. At night when the weather grew mild the reception moved inside under a wide tent
I remember us just outside the classroom. All excited to get out of very windowed yet very blinded square room. We poured out, a sea of blue, the color of the boys’ tucked in collared shirts, and dark blue pants
"Special delivery, Ma'am," the man said, handing Gladys Towbridge the packet of mail he’d extracted from her mailbox. His casual smile matched his clothes, comfortable and durable. "I'm looking for a room
Her retirement party was a sad little affair, but, thought Ellie, most retirements were nothing short of tragic. Really, all of them. An ending, and an official announcement of old age, one foot in the grave and you, nearer to death’s door. The library break room was decked with crepe paper braids