I stopped the car just past the man, and we got out. On the ground next to the wall, two white shoes stuck out from underneath a large sheet of black plastic. When Laura had found the woman on her way home, the woman had been lying in the mud completely exposed to the cold. She was barely conscious then. Now it appeared she was completely unconscious. Laura pulled back the plastic. Sure enough. Out like a light.
I was going to get to drive Marvin again, and I was more than a little excited. Yes, Laura and I name our cars. Marvin is the gray Toyota Matrix we owned when we lived in Minneapolis that we bequeathed to Laura's mom after getting that wild hair over four years ago to move to … Continue reading On Wanting to Cry at the Eye Doctor’s
I sat across the table from one of my English students at a coffee shop. A book called All New Easy True Stories: A Picture-Based Beginning Reader was opened between us. The stories contained in the book are high interest stories taken from real life and retold in simplified English. Illustrations accompany every couple of … Continue reading Even the Simplest Story
Her phone chirped, and Laura looked down at the screen. It was 10:00 on a Saturday morning. She didn't answer. Sometime between 1:00 and 2:00, Laura was freed up enough from the chores around the house to answer the missed call. It was Gulya, a young woman who lives in the village with her two-year-old … Continue reading Just a Little Bit