Scott Tucker

Grocery and Gifts

They figured they’d be farther along in life by now than two young skirts selling gasoline and cigarettes on Elger Bay. The problem wasn’t these men coming in to buy bait, they figured. Someone had to be the customers. Or us, opening at six.

They saw Katterman’s dog had gotten loose again along the highway and they watched it cross over to the other side.

It was more about luck, they figured.

A Poet on the Salvage Team

In these collapses, there is always one small object, it seems, thrown clear of the rubble farther than any other. Alvie couldn’t help thinking that must mean something to someone.