The Locked Harness Room at Dunmore Farm
The key was taped to the inside of a cookie tin, under a folded sheet of stationery that smelled faintly of cedar and horse liniment. My father found it on …
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The key was taped to the inside of a cookie tin, under a folded sheet of stationery that smelled faintly of cedar and horse liniment. My father found it on …
The Locked Harness Room at Dunmore Farm Read More
On the first Saturday of April, I stood in the open garage of 14 Larkin Court with a cardboard box in my arms and tried to decide which of my …
The Tool Shelf on the Pruitt Garage Wall Read More
The roof of Mount Zion Union Church was older than anyone living could remember, and by the second week of September it had started to leak in six places above …
The Musket Balls in the Sanctuary Beam Read More
The sound came at nine-fifteen on a Saturday night in December, a week before Christmas, when the house on Crabapple Lane had gone quiet except for the furnace ticking in …
The Lock on the Guest Room Door Read More
The courthouse clock had been wrong by forty seconds for as long as Owen Mabry had been alive, and he intended to fix it before lunch. It was the last …
The Third Bell at the Tully County Courthouse Read More
The silverware chest sat on the sideboard in my grandmother’s dining room the way it had sat there for seventy years, its walnut lid polished to the color of strong …
The Pewter Spoon Under the False Bottom Read More
The snow had come in the night, the soft, heavy kind that clung to every branch along Mill Road and turned the parking lot of First Congregational of Hollis Ford …
The Overshoes on the Back Steps Read More
On the last Thursday in September, the north field on the Reiker farm had given up nearly all of its wheat. Tom Reiker had been in the combine cab since …
The Fallow Row on the North Field Read More
On a bright Sunday in October, the east window at First Methodist of Briar Ridge caught the morning sun and threw it across the nave in long bands of gold, …
The Wrong Blue Pane Read More
On the first Sunday in October, Jen Brandt walked into her mother-in-law’s kitchen and stepped directly into a pair of slippers. They were waiting at the back door, just inside …
Four Doors and Four Pairs of Slippers Read More