Category: short
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The summer he left (Langley series)
Langley stood just inside the doorway, letting his eyes adjust to the dim interior. The house smelled faintly of lavender and something metallic, stale. Time had already begun to settle over the place, as if it were trying to bury what happened here. “Found her in the kitchen,” the sheriff said from behind him. “A…
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Post cards I never sent
The town leaned toward the water, like it was listening. Evergreen trees crowded the edges of everything. They stood patient and dark. Their needles caught the rain that never quite decided to fall all at once. The ferry horn sounded some mornings, low and tired, as if even it needed coffee first. I bought postcards…
Quiet Harbor Writing 