Katie Feavel — Short Stories RSS


RENDEZVOUS  This is real. The box and everything in it, the sick, queasy thing going on in my stomach. Walter knew me, on an intimate level, long before I was aware he existed. My husband was a stalker. Is a stalker?  Today’s Wednesday. The worst day of the week for life-changing information. 9:35am and I’m ignoring the text messages from the nosiest of my coworkers.  This was supposed to be a quick pre-work project: purge the academic sludge in Walter’s college trunk while he’s in Narragansett.  A riot of laminated and bound notes from every accounting and finance class he ever took scatter the floor, unsharpened pencils, and overused, taped-up textbooks — none of it had been touched for years....

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