Tag: short story
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Spud, Hanover, Tweed, and Spiner: Tri-Cities Iowa
Floyd Patterson lost the dairy. Lost the land. Lost about eight years to the wrong people. Now he sits in a booth at Janice’s diner, nursing coffee and an unlit cigarette, glaring at anybody who tells him to put a sock in it. Some towns hold onto their people. Some people hold onto their towns.…
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Three Feet
Fran drives to the far end of the Walmart parking lot every time. The walk tells her more than any interview. Thomas Sudameyer IV has a Patek Philippe on his wrist and a 2:30 he keeps mentioning. He’s about to find out that how you treat a cashier, a cart pusher, and a stranger in…
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Theology Or Horror. Who’s Driving?
Patrick Holloway walked into that book club with four good points and a disciplined spine. Candice Pruett walked in with rubber bands and color-coded tabs. One of them was more prepared than they knew. The best lessons don’t come from conferences. They come from rooms like this. Theology or Horror. Who’s Driving? New post. Five…