The Cash Box Photo
The name of the big foreman was Walt Greer, and he stood beside me in the mud with his hard hat in both hands while we waited for the car …
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The Napkin Signatures
“Pop,” my son said again, louder, “what message?” The whole backyard had gone quiet. The mother of Tiffany put her fork down on the paper plate. The young woman in …
The Napkin Signatures Read MoreThe Mine Rescue Radio
The man who climbed down from the old red rescue truck was Clell Maynard, eighty one years old, and he had ridden mine rescue beside my husband for twenty two …
The Mine Rescue Radio Read MoreThe Pillowcase Book
I did not sleep that night. At five in the morning I sat in the sunroom with my reading glasses on their beaded chain and made a list on the …
The Pillowcase Book Read MoreThe Placemat Drawing
I read the label of the little brown bottle on the placemat three times in the bathroom, with the water running to cover my voice. Patricia Lindell. My own name, …
The Placemat Drawing Read MoreThe Fig Preserves
Pastor Holloway read the letter aloud in his office, slowly, with the door closed and the muffled laughter of the bake sale drifting down the hall. It was one page, …
The Fig Preserves Read MoreThe Pea Porch
Ophelia took the photograph down from the wall with both hands and laid it in my lap. She sat down across from me on a cane bottomed chair, her feet …
The Pea Porch Read MoreThe Prison Letter
I read the letter at my kitchen table at six in the morning, with the coffee going cold at my elbow and the first light coming gray over the sage. …
The Prison Letter Read MoreThe Milk Room
Henk took off his cap, a gray old man with hands the size of shovels, and held it against his chest the way men do in church. “Deputy, last Thursday …
The Milk Room Read MoreThe Sale Barn Tape
Junior let the tape run on, and for eleven more minutes the office of the sale barn filled with the voice of my wife. She did not shout. Arlene never …
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