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The Photograph
Among his papers, after, we found a photograph of a woman none of us recognised. She was young — younger than we ever knew him. She stood in...
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The Last Year of My Father's Life
The year my father was dying we watched a great deal of television together. This is not what I expected to remember most, and for a long ti...
Cold Brew
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The Novel I Never Finished
I began a novel at twenty-nine that I abandoned at thirty-two, and I want to try to say something honest about this, which means saying some...
Affogato
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Letter to the Version of You I Never Met
I've been thinking about you lately. You are the version of me that stayed — that didn't take the job in the other city, that didn't end tha...
Macchiato
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The Last Lesson
She had been teaching piano for forty-one years when she told her last student that she would not be taking on any more. The student was ni...
Flat White
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The Widow's Clock
The clock on her mantelpiece had been stopped at twenty to four since the night of Gerald's stroke. She hadn't stopped it deliberately — it...
Macchiato
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Still Life with Empty Chair
She had started going to the café during the winter of their first apartment, when the heating failed and Henri insisted on finding it roman...
Affogato
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Notes on Disappearing
There is a photograph of my mother taken the summer before I was born. She is standing in a garden I have never seen, wearing a yellow dress...
Macchiato
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The Last Cup
The cafe was empty at midnight, save for one last customer who ordered a cold brew and never spoke a word. She sat by the window for three h...