The Sunday Tapes
said our final goodbyes. It was Teresa. Not a ghost and not a trick, only my sister singing softly the way she did every Sunday of her life, and then …
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The Red Pinto
vanished down the Hendersonville highway in the spring of 1979 with a man named Ben Hargrove behind the wheel. He was the fiance of my Aunt June. I remembered him …
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it was the Tuesday my Uncle Stefan, the youngest brother of my mother, went into Lake Erie and did not come back out. All my life I had been told …
The Badge Number Read MoreThe Maple Door
walked up to Ansel and pressed a small envelope into his hand, saying only, “Dorothy sends her love, and she says the tree looks wonderful.” Ansel had gone as white …
The Maple Door Read MoreThe Boathouse Letters
a fish bigger than any I had ever heard of, he said, trying to smile. Then he asked if I wanted him to leave it alone. I told him no. …
The Boathouse Letters Read MoreThe Furnace Guardian
“thank you for writing down every word exactly the way I said it. Nobody else in this building ever listened.” Andre read the label a third time. It said Bell …
The Furnace Guardian Read MoreThe Hidden Stairs
said goodbye to Walter, the younger brother of Raymond, beside a stone with his name carved into it. Now that same voice drifted up the stairs, gentle and a little …
The Hidden Stairs Read MoreThe Clock Polaroid
a young man of nineteen with the dark eyes of Lorraine and her stubborn chin, a boy I had never seen in my life. I sat down on the hall …
The Clock Polaroid Read MoreThe Hayloft Lunch Pail
Lily. Lily Hansen, Baby Girl, born July 16, 1989. I read it three times, and my knees went soft, and Lars caught my elbow and walked me to the lawn …
The Hayloft Lunch Pail Read MoreThe Steamer Trunk
was a pipeline worker who left before I was born. Wade Pickens said it in her voice, almost word for word. “Opal, if you hear this, I am sorry. Your …
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