Long Fiction
“Ballast”
“The tide had taken the lower field again, and my father stood in it to his knees, counting the fence posts he still owned.”
Long Fiction
Long Fiction
“Who Keeps the Orchard?”
“He left the engine running, shut the door with two fingers, and walked the frostbitten rows toward the lit kitchen window.”
Long Fiction
“A Small Inheritance”
“Why was Nell the one they stopped inviting? The one sent to the far room? How does a girl of thirteen end up carrying the whole of it?”
Long Fiction
“The Long Quiet”
“She told me there were trees that kept growing in places nobody tended, and that no one could say how. I tried not to make a thing of saying—though I did say—‘I’ve stood under one, but I won’t tell you where.’”