Tag: short-stories
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The Old Woodbox
Elenor found the box on Tuesday’s thrift shop search smelling of old wood and lemon oil. The shop was located on Maple Street with a full parking lot and a line at the check out counter. She wandered around looking over the usual items her searches included. One last row of baskets and boxes to…
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What a Diver finds in the Ocean
Mara wasn’t supposed to be diving that grid. She was supposed to be collecting seafloor sediment samples for methane hydrate mapping on the continental slope off Alaska – basically boring geology, the kind of grant work that pays your rent but doesn’t give you bragging rights at academic conferences. The coordinates she drifted into weren’t…
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New Town
When Sarah turned the key in the old farmhouse door, she felt something close to peace for the first time in months. The house smelled like cedar and dust. Like someone had loved it once. She’d left everything behind – the condo, the furniture, the friends who took sides after the breakup. She sold most…
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The Attic
The farmhouse sat at the edge of the prairie, where the fields gave way to a stretch of oaks and wind. It had been empty since February, the paint fading in the sunlight, the shutters clapping lightly whenever the breeze turned restless. Ella Palmer parked at the end of the gravel drive and sat for…
Saturday Afternoon 