Posts Tagged ‘Candles’

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with seagulls. Today we heard a story about a woman who used to work at one of our former employers. At the time, we barely knew “Nan.” She was older and had a severe haircut and wore monochromatic outfits that kind of screamed Midwest/suburban*: she was based […]

We sweep the walk one last time, gathering up the birch leaves — a deep yellow — and the beech leaves — a magnificent, burned orange — before tossing all of them over the wall into the vacant lot next door. The wrought-iron table and chairs we place under a tarp; we bring the candles […]