Fiction · Gallimaufry

Seeing the Signs

Observing signs in the modern age. In the city… There’s a man standing facing the flow of foot traffic when I get to the train station. I notice an easel stand with a sign clipped from fasteners on the top edge. The thick black words on the sign ask of the passersby, “Do you know… Continue reading Seeing the Signs

Fiction · Short Story

Lights on the Farmhouse Table

Retrospect would have had me listen a whole lot closer when Dale Parish first told me about the lights. You know what they say about hindsight. Dale lived his whole life on his family’s farm. Ever since grade school, he’d start first period having already been up at least four hours. The rest of us… Continue reading Lights on the Farmhouse Table