Lia and I shuffled past the three faded race car rides and the pay phone out front of Sweeney's Grocer. I’d never known them to work--the cars or the phone--but I used to always have to sit in the cars and pretend when I was little. Sweeney’s had been around since my grandparents’ time. With vomit... Continue Reading →


After I got things situated, I stood and worked to wrestle open the bay door to the garage. I hardly ever opened except on super-hot days. Mostly I just used the little door to the side. Hmm. Maybe six feet wide. Ten feet deep. Plenty of space for what I’d found. But I’d have to... Continue Reading →

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