The Home Jar
Publication Year: 2013
Published by: Northern Illinois University Press
Title Page, Copyright
Over the past several years I have been creatively inspired and blessed by the participants, staff, and friends who make up The Kenyon Review Summer Adult Workshops, and I thank everyone wholeheartedly. In particular, I wish to acknowledge Trish Walsh, for generously providing details for the story “A Modlified Cylinder,” ...
Stealing the Llama Farm
There came a day when I stole the llama farm from Amy Boyd. I was in love with Amy Boyd and once long ago I had saved her father’s life and felt the sun charge through my body. I think almost everyone would say I was not the kind of person who would steal someone’s llama farm right out from under them, ...
Swimming in the Dark
Life is strange, isn’t it? A hotel pool in Rome, the china plate of blue water, fifteen other girls in the company-issue swimsuit. We’re stewardesses from Japan. Yesterday we went shopping. Tomorrow, Singapore. ...
Miller returned to southern Ohio in time to offer some help and kindness to his failing parents. After their deaths he found a place in the woods to live and a job as chef in the dining facilities of a state park. Often in the morning he drove a long hour or more to the markets in the city, ...
Furgus Welcomes You
Angela Dahlgren was the first to hear it. The sound wasn’t thunderous and it wasn’t messy — that was something she could have handled. Her family had once been a lot bigger and a lot noisier; it was all thunder and mess, and that was what she was used to. ...
The Home Jar
Most of the travelers who come through our doors are not at all like Mr. Smith. They are polite, honest, what my night manager calls decent folk, and as thoughtful of others as they can be in the midst of their purposeful lives. Guests do not come to our hotel simply to vacation. ...
A Modified Cylinder
She arrived at the house by jitney. Cameron had promised to cover transportation costs, but he made lots of promises and she couldn’t count on reimbursement. A regular taxi this far out in the country would cost at least forty or fifty dollars one way. ...
Eskrich of late had grown suspicious. His legs always let him know. In the expensive restaurants where he was a daily customer, he had begun to notice alert ears cocked his way. The waiters lingered, combing non-existent crumbs from the tablecloth. ...
If A Then B Then C
Three years ago I was making a living as a realtor. The market was on fire. Even a newcomer like me could move houses. All I had to do was pull up to the curb in my car, pose in the yard by the For Sale sign and await my clients. Other potential buyers would usually be leaving as my home-hunters arrived. ...
Thanksgiving day. The changeable Ohio weather has changed again. From the top of the hill Don Capachi can spot golfers in shirt sleeves. It’s a pretty sight, the golf course, the mowed countryside that stretches around these little holes with flags sticking out of them. ...
The dirt road was narrow and the way it rose erratically warned of a hill much steeper than the reality. The wild foliage along the shoulder, seldom attended to, brushed against the few passing cars. ...
Digging the Hole
Newly paved with two full lanes, the road caught her by surprise. In the thirties it had been a narrow dirt pike; for decades after, an oily gravel trail. When had this startling change come about? She could feel her Toyota spring into a surprised reaction. On this state-of-the-art surface it was hell-bent on setting a record. ...
Page Count: 180
Publication Year: 2013
OCLC Number: 868219534
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