It’s the brown one with the smiling cartoon dog on the front, sticking his nose and tongue out at you, begging for a pet. His . . .
I couldn’t believe how lucky we were to get the house. Everything fell perfectly into place at just the right time. Our lease was running . . .
It appeared overnight. Over fifty feet tall and jet black, I awoke to discover a water tower in my backyard. I lived in the middle . . .
It was late. I’d been driving for over 10 hours, trying to make it home to Allentown. I’ve crisscrossed New Hampshire most of my adult . . .
“I’m concerned about your future. I don’t want you to be a fuck up.” Johan’s father ran his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair, a solemn . . .