We missed our appointment after lingering at a fixer-upper full of possibilities, some magnificent, others terrifying. The agent made us wait outside.
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We missed our appointment after lingering at a fixer-upper full of possibilities, some magnificent, others terrifying. The agent made us wait outside.
She called him Peeg. He was a stuffed pig born at IKEA, on a trip when I needed candles and she needed distraction.
I comb through her closet, a history of her body and life before dementia and heart failure.
It’s raining again, and I’m standing in the queue with a basket of things we’d run out of: cumin, coriander powder, and star anise.
I’d bought them specially, sought them out, in search of the style you liked.
Late Saturday afternoon, picked up my pills from the pharmacy a block away. That's all I can walk now.
He was pale, gothed up, and fanged as usual when we stopped by Target for some black hair ties.
In front of the candy display stood a man in a rumpled suit, balding and paunchy, abjectly staring, unable to decide. Suddenly, the man became life’s absurdity writ small …
“How are you?” She’s walking friendly toward me in a Walmart-blue vest. I “hello” back. “Oh, I’m actually talking to the blue jay.”
Shhh...listen. I swear I just heard someone whisper *bananas* over the store Muzak!
I was at the Rewe checkout when a mom entered, pushing a cart piled with crates of recyclable glass bottles. Her son pressed on a bottom crate with his toddler legs. Crash! Smash! Silence.