Authentic Tales

I've been riding Route 12 out of Bellamy Creek for eleven years now, ever since my knees gave out

The first thing I noticed was the burn scar above the dress's neckline. Then the gap between her

The Friday before last, I was grading geometry quizzes at the kitchen table when my phone buzzed.

I told the volunteer I was there for the Golden Retriever mix. Had his picture folded twice in my coat

I’m Calvin Rhodes. I own Cal’s Transmission and Auto on East Sprague in Spokane, Washington.

The chill of late November crept through the thin panes of the Vermont farmhouse, carrying the scent

I hear that sentence more than I hear my own name. "But I don't even eat much."

Delia Crane was forty-one years old when her younger sister called from Austin to demand, not ask, that

Marcus Hale was already running late. The Tuesday night meeting with the auditors had gone long — three

Meredith Cole’s life split in two on a Tuesday afternoon in December, outside a Walgreens on Michigan Avenue.