"The Place Gretchen Goes"
This is a story with a beginning, but it doesn't really have a middle or and end. It doesn't go anywhere, and I doubt it means anything. But Gretchen has a place she goes, a place back in the high dunes. A place she goes all by herself. Nobody knows where it is, and I think only my sister and I even know she goes there. She sneaks out of work, drives down the beach road, follows a path that no one else seems to know about, slips out of her clothes and tunnels just underneath the surface of the sand.
At the end of the day, just like the end of every other day, after all her friends have come and gone, and done whatever it is they do to get through their un-understandable days, the question she always asks herself: Which of these memories are real, and which just randomly fell out of her imagination?