“I don’t know if there is an actual word for this feeling I’ve been having,” I continued, picking an invisible speck of dirt out from under my fingernail, “but I just want to drop everything, fly back to Oregon, drive to the coast, lay down on the beach, and let all the tiny creatures in the sand carry me off into the ocean.”
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“Well, this looks plumb delicious,” Arlene Davis gushed over a plate of whole wheat waffles topped with blueberries—the same breakfast Vaughn had fixed her every day for the last seven years.
An Angel, A Rose
The graveyard was quiet, save for the wind that rippled through the dry, overgrown grass and the branches of a dying willow that scraped against the weathered mausoleum. A thick fresco of slate-colored clouds blotted out the moon and stars in an ink-dark sky. The only light came from a flickering candle that threatened to go out with every tentative step.
The Three
Once, before there was time, three seeds fell to the earth. With fertile soil, a pinch of luck, and the passing of the seasons, the seeds sprouted, their branches reaching ever skyward.
Viking He is Not
“Maybe I’m a Viking,” Roy chuckled to himself. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
The Red Scarf
“What’s this?” I wondered, stretching up on my toes to reach a small box wedged in the back corner of the top shelf…