The kitchen light was the only one on in the house, and Cole was already under it when Russ came down. Six birds on the counter, out of the plastic now, pale and sweating in the trays. Their mother had made this every year for the church supper and God knew how much of it … Continue reading Close Work
Tag: Literary Fiction
The Bridge
The gas takes twenty minutes to reach pressure on a cold morning. Werner Kessler lights the line at five, turns the valve, and sits on the stool beside the bench listening to the hiss climb toward steady. The workshop is dark except for the pilot flame. Outside, the Steinach is iced at the edges, and … Continue reading The Bridge
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