Keys, Fridge, Wednesday
Wednesday morning. Coffee not yet finished. I opened the fridge to get the oat milk and my keys were sitting behind the leftover pasta container, on the second shelf, as if they h…
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The Machine Had Other Plans
June twenty-third. The vending machine dispensed the wrong thing. I want to state that plainly before I explain anything else, because the sequence of events only makes sense if y…
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When the Word Gets a Date
January ninth. At the end of Tuesday's session Simone retied her shoe and said Portland again. Not the word by itself this time, she said a month. Spring, maybe April. Not a quest…
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The Errand Had Other Plans
March thirty-first. The list had four things on it. I know because I counted them before we left, partly to feel organized and partly because Simone had that look, the one that me…
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