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My Kitchen Table Seats Four

Warren Pike had been losing at chess every Thursday for three years, and he’d made a kind of peace with

Lenora signed up for the drawing class because the mornings had gotten long and the evenings were worse. She told

June Bell’s table showed up on a Thursday because she’d measured the hallway wrong. She’d been sure the alcove outside

Four Degrees At 6:43 on Monday morning, the thermometer above the frozen-food aisle read 4°F. Maribel Cross noticed because she’d

The Access Road Harriet had the exhibition mapped on a legal pad in three colors, which was two more colors

How a Corporate Tower’s Reflection Broke a Highway Every Autumn The ticket had been kicked back to Nadia’s queue twice

The drone was on fire, and Wole was filming it with his phone instead of putting it out. “Do something!”

I was standing in a hotel room in a city that wasn’t home, running on three hours of sleep I’d

The Word on the Wall A man stood at the counter of the print shop where I do restoration work

The Graveyard Shift Here’s something they don’t cover in broadcasting school: the good stuff never happens when anyone’s awake to