amomana – Page 4

The coffee grounds were still warm. I felt them sliding down my back, heavy and wet, soaking into...

“You are going to be a hundred before you finish that thing, Arthur.” I said that to him...

I looked at the ring sitting in his palm and my brain just stopped working. It was black...

Walter loved that workshop more than anything. It was a dusty, cedar-smelling sanctuary where he spent every weekend...

I was just standing there in my kitchen, wiping down the counters after breakfast, when I heard my...

The porch step was fixed on a Tuesday morning. I know it was Tuesday because I remember thinking...

“Ma’am, I have been doing this thirty years, so just trust me.” That was the last thing he...

My phone buzzed on the nightstand at 11:42 PM. It was a message from a number I didn’t...

The smell of the Gulf never really leaves your skin. Even after a six-hour drive from the coast...

The cashier check was heavy in my handbag, like a brick of cold lead. I held onto the...