The Red Line on the Parcel and the Morning I Found My Husband’s Family Plot
The stove pilot had a steady, orange little hiss that I had known by heart for eleven years....
Author: Liliana J. Phillips
The Trouble With Dan’s Secret Remedy and the Morning My Worst Medical Fears Turned Into Unstoppable Laughter
The smell started around the middle of October, right when the nights began to drop down into the...
What Uncle Arthur Left in Unit 47 and the Morning My Cousin’s Four-Year Pension Theft Was Over
The cold air off the river always carried that particular smell of damp iron and wet shale whenever...
What Stood Behind the Seal and the Morning I Found the Local Seller’s Secret Incinerator
Twenty-six years in masonry and I crouched at that warm firebox a good while. Then I raked out...
The Code on Unit 47 and the Morning My Cousin Realized His Four-Year Pension Theft Was Over
The house on Maple Street still smelled like stale peppermint and cold grease when I let myself in...
The Turn at Maple and the Morning My Thirty Years of Traffic Law Caught Up With the Badge
The morning air out here in the high desert has a way of biting at your knuckles before...
The Chair at the Table And the Morning My Sixteen Years of Self-Righteous Regret Finally Met My Daughter’s Doorstep
The ink on the parish bulletin had that faint, metallic smell of our fellowship hall copier, fresh off...
The 65 Percent Replacement And the Monday Morning My Thirteen Years of Logistics Silence Broke Corporate America
The smell of cold warehouse grease and winter road salt always lingered in the corners of my office...
What Was Folded in the Blanket and the Morning My Son Learned the Price of His Wife’s Vanity
The afternoon sun was hitting the glass facade of the country club pavilion with an unyielding, bleached glare...
The Angle of the Mirror And the Morning My Mother’s Secret Life Broke My Heart
The smell of boiled linseed oil and old pine always takes me right back to the garage my...