Peter Witte
Fiction
They Were
He was. She was. They met and together they: drank martinis, consummated their love on a couch he’d purchased at a secondhand store, bought a bungalow, wed at the courthouse with their parents’ blessing, . . .
July 2016
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Enigma
Each year on April 25 my mother calls to remind me that it’s the anniversary of my father’s death, so I should take a moment to think about him.
May 2015
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