A short story by alum Laurie Saurborn (fiction, ’08) appears at storySouth:

Looking out the large, double-paned window that spanned the length of the cabin’s western side, two women stood, shoulders close but not touching. Without turning her head Lydie said, “Tell him to hang thermal curtains in this window.” She pointed to the upper right corner and then the left, her finger moving like a conductor’s. Maura, watching a lone coyote run along the edge of the woods, nodded but said nothing. In the Catskill Mountains that began not far beyond the lower field, the surface of the Neversink reservoir glimmered in the sun like a shard of glass. For the fifteenth day in a row, temperatures were forecast to push into the upper nineties.

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