Nancy Louise Cook
Prose
Out of Time : Read the Entire Story
He left the door unlocked, in case I arrived before he got back from teaching. I thought I’d timed the drive from Durham to ensure an appearance well after school let out, but he didn’t answer when I knocked and it was quiet and dim in the apartment.
Everywhere were signs of his new life. A recent playbill, Italian olive oil and sea salt ceramics on the stovetop, a fancy turntable and vinyl records we haven’t listened to together, new Jack Purcells, a Pynchon novel he’s never mentioned, a tennis racket – when did he start playing tennis? -- a photo of him and someone else, planted in the center of the coffee table.
Less....
He left the door unlocked, in case I arrived before he got back from teaching. I thought I’d timed the drive from Durham to ensure an appearance well after school let out, but he didn’t answer when I knocked and it was quiet and dim in the apartment.
Everywhere were signs of his new life. A recent playbill, Italian olive oil and sea salt ceramics on the stovetop, a fancy turntable and vinyl records we haven’t listened to together, new Jack Purcells, a Pynchon novel he’s never mentioned, a tennis racket – when did he start playing tennis? -- a photo of him and someone else, planted in the center of the coffee table.
Less....