When Are You Coming Home? Stories

When Are You Coming Home? Stories

When Are You Coming Home? Stories

When Are You Coming Home? Stories

Synopsis

Humans have always connected deeply to the idea of home. In Bryn Chancellor's nine stories, home means, in part, the physical spaces: the buildings, cities and towns, the fragile, imperious landscapes of the region. But home is also profoundly rooted in intangibles. Set in urban and rural Arizona, home, for the characters in these stories, is love--familial, romantic, and unrequited. It is loss and grief. It is the memories that surface late at night. It is mystery and longing and a shining flicker of hope.

In the title story, a locksmith prowls empty houses and befriends a young mother as he and his wife grapple with a tragedy perpetrated by their son. During an overseas trip, a daughter grieving for her father struggles with her mother's altered appearance; an irrigation worker meets a troubled teenage girl in the darkness of her flooded yard; and a daughter and her estranged, ailing mother stay in a dilapidated cabin while a mountain lion stalks the woods. Through chance meetings between strangers, collisions within families, and confrontations with the self, characters leave and return, time and again, trying desperately to find their way home.

Excerpt

Robert Cannon kept busy in his new part-time job as a locksmith. He’d spent thirty years running his own handyman business, everything from window repair to ceiling fan installation, plumbing and electrical to carpentry. He was quick and reliable, and his boss—a man half his age who wouldn’t know a pin-tumbler lock if it hit him in the face—called on him often. in this new city, Cannon drove the unfamiliar neighborhoods with a map open on the seat next to him while his wife took swim lessons down at the Y. People were always moving, landlords switching the locks for the next tenant, and the jobs blurred into one another: empty rooms, vinyl blinds with slats missing, the odors of cigarettes and cat urine in the carpet submerged by the fumes of cheap paint. Remove knob, pop out cylinder plug and rearrange pins, pop it back, reattach knob. in and out, easy-peasy, a tidy paycheck to flesh out the savings. That was fine. He didn’t need the money so much as he needed to keep busy.

His boss called early that morning. We got a live one for you. Lady’s all upset. Right-o, let’s get on over there, pronto. At home . . .

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