From a distance …
Mark swipes his palm across the tabletop, sending sawdust and plaster grit into the air. I glance over as he says, “OK, well … this table has a hole […]
Scorched earth
A child who shall remain nameless but is a child I helped make woke late on a Saturday morning as though there had been some sort of unpleasant overnight […]
Not without sympathy
Here’s me, days after losing a bunch of unsaved files to a computer crash, staring sulkily at my computer. “The thing is, even though I hadn’t finished any of […]