Monthly Archive: January 2018

I saw you this morning down at Pandora’s Tavern, drinking your coffee at the bar while perusing the obituaries on your phone. I saw Mr. Tombeaux walk in and sit down beside you. He...

Day’s end, a lull in the storm. Mr. Tombeaux arrives to remove the snow from the churchyard path. He wears a wool coat and carries an old shovel. He passes through the wrought gate...