Ten Days Before We Meet, I Dream Him

Denise Duhamel I remember him as always having a tan, this guy I longed for in high school, whose affections I misunderstood, who became my good friend only to tell me how he was in love with Sally. How could he make her like him? He stood against a brick wall, smoking, as I gave… More


Denise Duhamel It’s the first sunny day after weeks of rain so the line for the car wash is twenty-six deep. But I wait anyway, reading a book in my lap, looking up after every sentence or so to see if I can move, if there is progress. I’m number twelve when a Lexus SUV… More