Author: Smith Ko

  The One-Way Ticket Packing my granddaughter’s backpack for school, I found a bus ticket tucked in the front pocket. One-way. A city three states over. Her name was printed …

Packing my granddaughter’s backpack for school, I found a bus ticket tucked in the front pocket. One-way. A city three states over. Her name on it. This Saturday. Read More

  The One-Way Ticket Packing my granddaughter’s backpack for school, I found a bus ticket tucked in the front pocket. One-way. A city three states over. Her name was printed …

Packing my granddaughter’s backpack for school, I found a bus ticket tucked in the front pocket. One-way. A city three states over. Her name on it. This Saturday. Read More

  The Trunk Beneath the Rafters For twenty years, my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. It didn’t matter who brought it …

For twenty years my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. Turned red, talked lawyers, one Thanksgiving he flipped the card table over. Read More

  The Trunk Beneath the Rafters For twenty years, my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. It didn’t matter who brought it …

For twenty years my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. Turned red, talked lawyers, one Thanksgiving he flipped the card table over. Read More

  The Trunk Beneath the Rafters For twenty years, my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. It didn’t matter who brought it …

For twenty years my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. Turned red, talked lawyers, one Thanksgiving he flipped the card table over. Read More

  The Trunk Beneath the Rafters For twenty years, my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. It didn’t matter who brought it …

For twenty years my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. Turned red, talked lawyers, one Thanksgiving he flipped the card table over. Read More

  The Trunk Beneath the Rafters For twenty years, my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. It didn’t matter who brought it …

For twenty years my uncle Ray pitched a fit any time somebody brought up selling my grandfather’s house. Turned red, talked lawyers, one Thanksgiving he flipped the card table over. Read More

  The Thing Tied to the Well Wall We bought a few acres outside Lubbock because we wanted room. Room for a garden. Room for our daughter to run when …

We Bought a Few Acres Outside Lubbock With an Old Dry Well on the Edge of the Property — Fifteen Feet Down, Something Was Tied to the Wall Read More