Minnesota Morning

cloth or some nonsense. I was perfectly content sitting alone and appreciating how far we as a species had come with regard to kitchen technology.

Now Barbara was passing by for real. She ’d been gone so long, I’d nearly forgotten about her. But I admired her unhurried elegance and the intricacy with which she had stacked the short ribs intertwined on her plate. No doubt about it, Barbara was good people and I silently wished her many more nights at the buffet.

Zary Fekete

The wood was so dry that it ignited almost as though it were paper. Paul stood up from the fireplace and grabbed the keys from the bowl. He had read the weather report that morning, so he grabbed the thickhat. It took him only a few seconds to get to the car, but his fingers were already cold. Thankfully the engine had caught on the first try. He sat, waiting for it to warm up. The weather folks loved this. Apparently, Minnesota would hit a new low temp record later tonight. Currently, it was minus 20. Paul grinned as he thought about it and even his teeth felt cold.

The Wayne Literary Review: Escapism