Category: novelingshrt

  • Parkway Lovers

    Outside of town, on the winding Parkway Road, you can find a bicycle. It’s red and dainty with a light wicker basket. It sits on the Ganderson’s fence beside their old sheep pasture, the one with the pond. There’s still a few sheep that graze there, including Gary the Magnificent. Every year, the Ganderson’s have…


  • It’s on the left side of my desk, precariously perched between a neglected in/out stacking file system and a black, Pixar-like lamp. It’s nothing much to look at. They’re stacked haphazardly yet with just enough order to not be a complete mess. Most pieces are the usual “98 brightness” of our copier paper. Whatever that…