Across the Tracks Six, seven farmers sitting around a cluster of metal tables in a roadside diners’ back room. Talk swerves to local gossip. One of the younger guys, cap back on his head, says to no one: “Drivin’ up 130 the other night I near rode up on Larry’s truck, the hay bales were hanging so low over the read more >>

Her Hair A disheveled woman in her early 60s was standing inside the elevator. She seemed confused or, at least, in the middle of a perplexing thought. After a brief hesitation, she stepped out, giving me a polite smile. I stepped in and pushed the button for the main floor. Just as the door was sliding closed, the woman turned read more >>