The Chair Remembered
I was already seated at DFW Airport when I noticed the chair across the aisle. Whoever had occupied it was gone. The black upholstery retained a darkened outline where someone’s back had rested. It looked as though the chair had taken its own photograph, using pressure instead of light. So I took one too. I…
After Tomorrow
I was buying two bottles of water inside a CVS pharmacy in the French Quarter when a woman behind me scheduled an appointment with God. I had not heard what her companion said, but the response sounded like a rebuttal. “Okay. Okay. OKAY.” Each successive okay carried more resistance than agreement and pulled my attention…
Not Found at This Address
I was searching online for collectible wines when I arrived at wineloversonline.com. With a name like that, I expected the site to contain something. Wine lovers, after all, are not generally known for having no opinion. Instead, I received a blunt response: 404 Not Found There was no explanation, no helpful link and no polite…