The Last Period
The tent is set up. I’ve checked twice to make sure the kayak is secure. I’ve eaten soup and carrot sticks and an apple and rinsed the pot. For the first time since five this morning when I hefted a bag onto the handle of my wheelchair and my hand gripped the front door knob and hesitated, I stop plotting… Read more →
Wallet
When you were six you stole money from your father’s wallet and nobody has talked of it since. His brown wallet, the only one you’ve ever known, with frayed edges with no hanging strings (he picks them off), the panels intact and smooth from friction with his back pocket. You would slide and crumple bills from the wallet when he… Read more →
Things We Keep: A History
Let us not blame ourselves. It is human nature to struggle against our urges, dissect them, and at the end of the day we must be compassionate. We have only to look at history to see a record of how our personalities have bloomed and shown their colors by the things once buried with us (see ANCIENT MESOPOTAMIA). There is… Read more →
Eat Your… (In English)
Hands
Last Rites
This is how it begins: Travis Pitney disappeared in the early morning hours of the last Sunday in July. It was the hottest weekend of the summer, and he had come up the day before to Jeff Halscomb’s cottage. Everyone was there. They drank all afternoon, sat in the shade, and horsed around in the water. That night, after most… Read more →