The Dispatch Radio
The woman in the snow dusted coat set the little wooden box on the casket of my father, and the antenna wobbled and was still. She looked down at him …
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The Brass Bell
The gray haired driver stood at the edge of the open grave with the folded apron held against his chest, and the Pentecostal choir, which had been humming softly, fell …
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“Mr. Rick Dunbar,” the man in the gray suit said, and his voice carried to the back of the room, “my name is Daniel Harlan. I own Harlan Green, the …
The Red Gas Can Read MoreThe White Cadillac
“Because I own the company on that letterhead, baby,” I said, “or I did.” Andre had his finger on the corner of the last page, and I watched the color …
The White Cadillac Read MoreThe Pontoon Calendar
Gary slid the paper out slowly, the way a man draws a splinter. It was thick, cream colored, with the letterhead of the logistics company in Chicago in raised blue …
The Pontoon Calendar Read MoreThe White Paint Drum
“Glenn,” I said, and I took the microphone from his hand before he could stop me, “I will tell you what this is.” Two hundred people in that tent held …
The White Paint Drum Read MoreThe Cardboard Sign
“They are the people who bought my company, Mr. Batiste,” I said, and I pointed to the bold letters at the top of the page. The father of Yolanda is …
The Cardboard Sign Read MoreThe Yellow Air Tractor
“Because I sold the company, Walt,” I said. “That paper is the equipment schedule of the sale. Line seven is the Air Tractor out at the airport with the sign …
The Yellow Air Tractor Read MoreThe Steamer Pot
Kyle held the paper close to his face, and I saw the little piece of corn husk still caught in the corner of the envelope tremble in his fingers. He …
The Steamer Pot Read MoreThe Gate Latch
Mitch Landry pulled the heavy gray envelope across the table and slid out the contract with the green and yellow logo, and I watched him read it the way a …
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