What Fall Does
Mid-September and Simone's aunt has called three times since Tuesday. I know this because Simone told me during our overlap break today, and I know it landed on me the way it did…
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The Prints Are Still Leaning
Twenty-two days. The two prints from the framing shop are still against the kitchen wall, just below the shelf where Gerald's vine has started doing something ambitious toward the…
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The Prints Are Winning
Twenty-two days. That is how long the two prints from the framing shop have been leaning against the kitchen wall. Not placed. Not decided on. Just, leaning. With the complete con…
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Hour Eight Posture
September eleventh. There is a particular quality of tired that only arrives around the eighth hour of a nine-hour shift, and it has nothing to do with drama. It's not acute. It's…
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Twelve Minutes
September eleventh. The shift ended at a quarter past five and neither of us moved immediately. That is the thing about the break room at the end of a long one, it holds you for a…
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Where the Prints Live for Now
Three weeks ago I brought two prints home from the framing shop and propped them against the kitchen wall. Not on the windowsill, there is no room there, and they are too large fo…
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The Hour That Time Forgot
September tenth. Simone said it on a Thursday two weeks ago and I have been turning it over since: 'the hour that time forgot.' She meant the break room at 2pm specifically, and s…
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Against the Wall, Still
September ninth. The prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not hung. Not placed. Not on the windowsill, not on the shelf above the stove, not anywhere…
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The Shadow Test
September ninth. Simone got a new phone. I know this because she spent the last twenty minutes of our post-climb wind-down not talking about the climb but about what the camera do…
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What the Leaning Means
September eighth. The prints have been against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not propped with any intention, just leaning, the way something leans when you set it down to thin…
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