Fiction 2011 / Volume 41

Autumn Idol — Dennis Vannatta

It wasn’t that the man sitting on the second floor patio of the office building was especially unobservant; it was just that at this particular hour of the day—twelve-to-one, his lunch hour—he neither needed nor wanted to be observant. In his job as a C.P. A. for an accounting firm, he spent his workday in … Continue reading