The Candidate

It was going to be a beautiful day—sunny, bright, cool. The dew was thick but would soon vanish. The blue sky stretched forever, a fresh breeze darted in over the river, furrowing the long dark-green grass in the town park. The knee-high rows of corn in the field just outside town fluttered on short stalks. Jeff lifted his summer suit on the hanger. Made of light, taupe linen, it was perfect. He began to smile, then paused. Was a suit too dressy? Would something more casual be appropriate? Perhaps a polo shirt and chinos? Would it get wrinkled? That was the [...] Continue reading

Hannah’s Mother


Hannah’s hands were warm. Too warm. They were ruining the shortbread dough. “Mom?” Hannah sighed and smacked her palms in frustration. […]

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