Smaller Than Expected
August twenty-eighth. I showed her on Thursday. Not the published version, the working draft, the one that still had a crossed-out paragraph in the middle and a note to myself in…
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August twenty-eighth. I showed her on Thursday. Not the published version, the working draft, the one that still had a crossed-out paragraph in the middle and a note to myself in…
Read entryJuly seventh. The phone bill and the pottery class fee landed in the same week. Not the same day, which would have been too obvious, but close enough that I looked at my notebook…
Read entryJune fourth. The instructor said we'd know in about two weeks. That's the window, two weeks from the last class, give or take, depending on the firing schedule. My bowl is in ther…
Read entryMay thirteenth. I want to be clear that I volunteered for this. Nobody drafted me. Simone mentioned, at the end of a shift sometime last week, that she was moving Saturday and her…
Read entryNovember seventh. The photograph is a dry cleaner's window. That's it. A large plate-glass front with a faded green awning, the kind of place that has probably been there since be…
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