Fiction | Short Story


“I didn’t even realize the sun had already set,” I said, turning on a light for Herrick. He awoke with a jerk. “Time to eat.”


Cook’s Illustrated

And away we go


On the morning of the sixth day of home care, I woke up thinking about recipes. I sat on the toilet reading from my phone for nearly an hour, ignoring texts from my mom. In the early afternoon I pushed Herrick from his spot in the living room to sit in the entrance to the kitchen. I scooted around his chair and began to gather ingredients.