At My Grandmother’s Will Reading I Got a Rusty Key While Everyone Else Took Everything Else

window, the ocean stretched out flat and gray and enormous under a late afternoon sky. The bird feeder I’d hung in the yard was already occupied, a small brown sparrow working through the seeds with focused intensity.

I stood there watching it for a while, the ring catching what was left of the light, and thought about my grandmother choosing this house continue reading …