Author: Reese
Found: Lost Words
On Sunday morning, April 28, 2019, my son, Henry, and I were driving home from church and heading to the store. On the side of the road, just off Camellia Boulevard in Lafayette, Louisiana, we saw what appeared to be a book or a notebook sitting on the side of the road, the pages fluttering…
The Name on the Sign
I’m cleaning up an exhaust valve with a bench grinder when my mechanic tells me this: There used to be this ol’ boy who worked for me. I had him cleaning the parts. One day he said to me, “Why do I have to be the one that gets greasy all the time?” I walked…
Wedding on Friday
My phone rings. I answer it. It’s my mechanic. “You know how we were talking about working on your car on Friday?” he says. “Yeah,” I say. “Well, I forgot my son was getting married on Friday.” “That’s no problem. We can do it another time then.” “No, we can still work. I just need…