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I poured the cheap filter coffee into two thick ceramic mugs, the steam rising in the quiet morning air of…

The white ceramic soup tureen had a hairline crack down the side that I had never noticed before. My son…

The glass case in Main Street Jewelry always smelled faintly of ammonia and peppermint. Clara, who had worked behind the…

I smoothed the skirt of the blue dress I bought at the boutique downtown. It had cost me one hundred…

The security guard at the double doors of the emergency wing did not look up from his clipboard, but he…

I snipped the green plastic wrapping off the stem of the final white lily and laid it across the dining…

A thin ribbon of gray smoke rose from the small aluminum pot on the back burner. The smell of scorched…

The autumn wind blew a handful of damp oak leaves across the porch as the blue sedan pulled away from…

The morning light in Room 412 was the color of wet slate. Doctor Vance pulled the blue plastic chart from…

The pulp in the orange juice had settled to the bottom of the plastic pitcher like heavy gray sediment. When…