After taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven, Anna wanted to go for a walk. It had started snowing again. Just a few light flurries. It’s the pleasantest kind of snowfall, especially at night. It was the winter after the record breaking snowfall, so even though there was a lot of snow outside, it wasn’t as much by comparison, so we didn’t think much of it. We bundled up: each of us with boots, gloves, scarves, hats, coats, and—out of availability, not out of necessi
Like a ritual, whenever I'm home, I spend my nights at Donut Shack. It's open twenty-four hours. Tonight fits the pattern. I send a text to Matt, Isaac, and Austin. "Donut Shack?" I ask. "I'm bringing Everett" Austin replies. Twenty minutes later, we're all sitting around the counter. A Greek lady is trying to serve us regular coffee even though it's late. Each of us has coffee on one napkin-turned-coaster, and a donut on another napkin-turned-plate. Austin is replacing the c
I squinted my eyes. It was the middle of the day and it was bright and dry. My hands were sweaty; they are always sweaty. It was quiet and all I could hear was the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. I slowed my breathing and swallowed. My throat was dry and swallowing only seemed to make it worse. I take a deep breath and yell “PULL” There is a sudden pop of a spring and an orange disc arcs into my line of vision from the right. I squint again and squeeze. In an instant.
When I was home for Christmas break last year, but a few days after Christmas, I had coffee with my friend Ellie at Bakers & Co—our regular spot. I can't remember if I took her there first or if she took me first. I like the Market bun better than she does, but even I think it's too sticky sometimes. I like eating things with my hands, but if the thing will make my hands messy (especially sticky), I think at least twice before starting to eat it. We started talking about the
Blane had lived in Maryland just about his entire life. Except for a brief stint traveling in the navy he had live primarily in the Dundalk area. His parents had lived here and he always wanted to be close to them. Since he had never married, what little family he had was very important to him. Blane hadn’t gotten married for any pious reasons he just never found that person. Now in his mid-seventies it looked like the married life wasn’t for him and that was ok. He had plent