Fictional Truths

Every spring, the river gave something back. Not the things people expected. Tomas had lost a wedding ring off the dock in 1974 and the river kept that, the way it kept car keys, fishing knives, a whole bicycle once, and his brother’s laugh the summer before the war. What the river returned was smaller…

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The train to Marigold only ran on Tuesdays, and only for passengers who weren’t sure where they were going. Ellen bought her ticket with exact change and a destination she invented on the spot. “Marigold,” she told the clerk, because it was the name of her grandmother’s street, and because a woman who has just…

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