Countersink Is Dead, Long Live Countersink: a Countersink scene

A glass of sweet tea sitting on the coffee table, sweating a ring that would never come out. Mom was sitting on the couch reading a novel and watching TV, except she wasn’t really doing either. I knew because she was staring at her book, but she hadn’t turned the page for five minutes. Mom... Continue Reading →

No More Louis: A Countersink Scene

Louis wouldn’t have remembered where the Alana mansion was, except he had been invited there once, and it had made quite an impression. For one thing, it was out of the city, in the mountains, in the closest thing Rocheford had to green hills. Driving up, the house was invisible behind an uncommonly thick patch of spruce,... Continue Reading →

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