A Quiet Sunday

Jesús swept. Hank’s Hardware Shop (“We want your screws to be loose!) closes at 6 pm on Sundays.  Watch check: 5:50. He kept sweeping, still wondering whether his technique was more efficient than that used by mentally handicapped workers. As always he quit caring pretty quickly. Wood shavings clustered and cuddled with bent nails in… Continue reading A Quiet Sunday

Tangerines

The tangerines were going bad. Paul knew this. He could see it. Between the yellow bananas and the big red apples were the little oranges, which weren’t oranges and which weren’t orange, completely. One was different. Walking around the table to the hutch, Paul picked up the dull green tangerine, and powder came off in his… Continue reading Tangerines