By Claire O’Halloran
The distant hum of an approaching vehicle cuts through the quiet of Westmore, Vermont. It vibrates off the frozen midnight air, air that is charged and heavy with soon-to-fall snow, air that holds more promise than the mess of metal and wire in front of me. I toss the instruction manual onto my desk, happy for an excuse to stop reading… Read More
By Robert Granader
He pinches and pulls at the pictures on his phone, deciphering them like code. Every now and then he gets distracted and focuses on a background: a pair of boots, a fancy car. But mostly he studies the face, as if he’s preparing to write a dissertation comparing it to the Mona Lisa…
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By Madison Garber
Morning dawns gunwale gray and wet in Oyster City. The hurricane, first a roar in the night, then a howl, now a whisper of sea spray over the coast, barrels farther inland. Curtains of rain hang in the silence between gusts. The city stirs, ready to probe its wounds.…
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By Kevin Broccoli
The mayonnaise has not been made.
As the onion contemplates how long it will be until someone notices that the mayonnaise has not been made, it sees Chef Doyle trying not to cry.
Chef Doyle does not cry at work. In general, Chef Doyle does not cry at all, but the onion has no way of knowing that… Read More