I’m tempted to call the woman, say I did not see her car accident,but will listen to her version, find out why she needs a witness.Three telephone poles, three hand-scrawled signsplead for someone who saw the silver Lexus hit her Honda.Her signs remain a week. I imagine she vents to family, fr

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The rain in the woods where the fire eruptedmonths ago is abundance too soon, or too late,the blaze causing harm long after.The promise is fulfilled,but not mercifully, the watercoursesdeepening underfoot, charcoal and slurry and soil.The water has no color. It is the empty placebefore the first wor

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Author Richard Ford on the state of the contemporary short story.

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