I was ten when I found an old and broken, remote-controlled, wood boat in a garbage can down the alley where Mrs. Johnson lived. After
more loveMartin McAvoy was hiding from life in Anacortes. It was over two years now since he’d lost his sweet Heather to cancer. The vestiges of
more loveIt was not quite right to say Jessica hated tourists, though she often told people she did. No one believed her if only because she
more loveDeep in the woods Fairies fly Damn good loving Gets you high But your love Better be true Or the fall Will make you blue.
more loveI like to watch my daughter in the evenings with her finch…her 16th birthday present. I bought it for her last week, after one of
more lovePamela opened her wardrobe cupboard wide and was strangely disappointed to see the array of widow’s weeds. Old-fashioned dresses and suits that should have been
more loveCelina was the first to arrive at the lake house. Gael would join her later that afternoon for their monthly rendezvous. They both lived in
more love“I heard they called 1-800 GOT-Junk,” my aunt says on the phone. “The crew arrived early, before dawn. Took toilet seat covers and sheets. Even emptied
more loveOn my bureau sits a pair of my baby shoes. Vintage white leather high-tops, cracked with age, toes scuffed raw to a dusty brown. Caked
more loveBart puts what he promises is his last cigarette into his mouth, flicking alight his little zippo with practiced flourish. He got it when he
more loveHe opened his eyes to the sun tinted white wall next to her bed, a glaze of burnt orange filling up all he could see.
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