Audrey grappled with the old typewriter, the one she’d found at Goodwill earlier in the year. How could changing the ribbon be such a chore? She’d found a source for…
The two scanned the back yard around the broad-leaved tree, keeping the red fountain of nectar at center focus. “Whatcha see?” she asked. “Nuttin’ but my sugar,” he said, approaching…
Audrey took off her bike helmet and sat on the red vinyl bench. The young Chinese hostess disappeared to the back of the restaurant. Dear Dad, Things are growing in…
The geography was pleasantly disorienting. Colorado bordered Washington, Egypt bordered Spain and Ancient Mexico was northwest of 21st-century Florida. This bookcase at Goodwill was marked “Travel.” Nobody tried to organize…
Carl spread butter on his bagel. “Where are they now?” he asked. “Belgium,” Audrey said. She read the postcard aloud. ‘Matt and I couldn’t stand hanging around Paris wondering when…
Audrey turned to the back page of The Oregonian’s A section. Her eyes fell on something, and without realizing it she closed her arms around herself. She skimmed a few…
“Felder? Got a minute?” Audrey stood at the gap in the hedge between her house and Felder’s. She watched him stand up stiffly and walk with some difficulty in her…
